Author Emily Dickinson 901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored, Shall stand to Our Right Hand— Most precious and the Dead— Next precious Those that rose to go— Then thought of Us, and stayed. Tags rose lost 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