Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,
Except that it is gone
Are ignorant of its Concern
As if it were not born.
Through all their former Places, we
Like Individuals go
Who something lost, the seeking for
Is all that's left them, now—
Emily Dickinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-leaves-us-homesick-who-behind/
