So well that I can live without —

So well that I can live without —
I love thee — then How well is that?
As well as Jesus?
Prove it me
That He — loved Men —
As I — love thee —

More poems by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death —

Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves— …
There is a pain — so utter —

There is a pain — so utter —
It swallows substance up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance — …
A charm invests a face

A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil …
There came a Wind like a Bugle —

There came a Wind like a Bugle —
It quivered through the Grass
And a Green Chill upon the Heat …