Deborah E. Dougherty
May 8th, 1952 to February 25th, 2009
in memorium
Dedication Poems
Unable are the Loved to die by Emily Dickenson
I Never Saw a Moor by Emily Dickenson
Testament
by Anne Morrow Lindbergh
But how can I live without you?--she cried.
I left all the world to you when I died:
Beauty of earth and air and sea;
Leap of a swallow or a tree;
Kiss of rain and wind's embrace;
Passion of storm and winter's face;
Touch of feather, flower, and stone;
Chiselled line of branch or bone;
Flight of stars, night's caravan;
Song of crickets -- and of man--
All these I put in my testament,
All these I bequeathed you when I went.
But how can I see them without your eyes
Or touch them without your hand?
How can I hear them without your ear,
Without your heart, understand?
These too, these too,
I leave to you!
by Emily Dickenson
Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Diety --
Unable are they that love --to die
For Love reforms Vitality
Into Divinity.
by Emily Dickenson
I never saw a Moor --
I never saw the Sea --
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven --
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given --