The dying need but little, dear, --
A glass of water's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
To punctuate the wall,
A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,
And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.
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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems
Part Four: Time and Eternity 119. The dying need but little, dear
