Emily Dickinson - As if the Cedar were

As if the Cedar were,
Returned to the Sea –
So did thy Life unto
The Region of the dry.

But from the Sentinels of Earth –
A Mist as sweat – manifested –
Until your Beauty vanished!

And Name – gone from the company
That lasted years on years to me
Withdraw the infinite Return
Essence from The Bow and She!