Apocalypse (Dickinson)
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
I'm wife ; I've finished that,
That other state ;
I'm Czar, I'm woman now :
It's safer so.
How odd the girl's life looks
Behind this soft eclipse !
I think that earth seems so
To those in heaven now.
This being comfort, then
That other kind was pain ;
But why compare ?
I'm wife ! stop there !
Source: Wikisource
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