Author Emily Dickinson 778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow— Had it a notice from the Noon Nor beam would it nor warm— Match me the Silver Reticence— Match me the Solid Calm— Tags silver 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