Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
Each That We Lose Takes Part Of Us;, By: Emily Dickinson
We honor great poets. We honor great poetry.
We honor great poets. We honor great poetry.
Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.