Author Emily Dickinson 877 Each Scar I'll keep for Him Instead I'll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one But every Tear I bore Were He to count them o'er His own would fall so more I'll mis sum them. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments