Author Emily Dickinson The Missing All—prevented MeFrom missing minor Things.If nothing larger than a World'sDeparture from a Hinge—Or Sun's extinction, be observed—'Twas not so large that ICould lift my Forehead from my workFor Curiosity. Tags Short Poems 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