Author Emily Dickinson To see her is a Picture — To hear her is a Tune — To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June — To know her not — Affliction — To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the Sun Were shining in your Hand. 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