For Death — or rather
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
For Death — or rather
For the Things 'twould buy —
This — put away
Life's Opportunity —
The Things that Death will buy
Are Room —
Escape from Circumstances —
And a Name —
With Gifts of Life
How Death's Gifts may compare —
We know not —
For the Rates — lie Here —
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He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves— …
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There is a pain — so utter —
It swallows substance up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance — …
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A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil …
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There came a Wind like a Bugle —
It quivered through the Grass
And a Green Chill upon the Heat …
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