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Success is counted sweetest. .
Let down the Brs, Oh Deth -. , -
It's Coming - the postponeless Creture -. - -
Becuse I could not stop for Deth. .
Becuse tht you re going. .
: The Poems of Emily Dickinson. Edited
by Th.H.Johnson. Cmbridge (Mss.), 1955, 3 vol.
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Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend nectr
Reqires sorest need.
Not one of ll the purple Host
Who took the Flg tody
Cn tell the definition
So cler of Victory
s He defeted - dying -
On whose forbidden er
The distnt strins of triumph
Burst gonised nd cler!
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Let down the Brs, Oh Deth -
The tired Flocks come in
Whose bleting ceses to repet
Whose wndering is done -
Thine is the stillest night
Thine the securest Fold
Too ner Thou rt for seeking Thee
Too tender, to be told.
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It's Coming - the postponeless Creture -
It gins the Block - nd now - it gins the Door -
Choses its ltch from ll the other fstenings -
Enters with '"You know Me - Sir?"
Simple Slute - nd Certin Recognition -
Bold - were it Enemy - Brief - were it Friend
Dresses ech House in Crpe, nd Icicle
nd Crries One - out of it - to God
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Becuse I could not stop for Deth,
He kindly stopped for me -
The Crrige held but just ourselves
nd Immortlity.
We slowly drove - He knew no hste
nd I hd put wy
My lbour nd my leizure too,
For His Civility
We pssed the School where Children strove
t Resess - in the Ring -
We pssed the Fields of Gizing Grin,
We pssed the Setting Sun -
Or rther - He pssed us -
THe Dews drew quivering nd chill
For only Gossmer my Gown -
My Tippet - only Tulle -
We pused before House tht semed
Swelling of the Ground -
The roof ws scrcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground.
Since then - 'tis Centuries - nd yet
Feels shorter thn the Dy
I first surmised tht Horses' Heds
Were towrd Eternity -
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Becuse tht you re going
nd never comimg bck
nd I, however ccurte,
My overlook your Trck -
Becuse tht Deth is finl,
However first it be,
This moment be postponed
bove Mortlity -
Significnce tht ech hs lived
The other to detect
Discovery not God Himself
Cn now nnihilte.
Eternity, Presumption,
The instnt I perceive
Tht you, who were Existence,
Yourself forgot to live -
The "Life tht is" will then hve been
thing I never knew -
s Prdise fictiious
Untill the Relm of you -
The "Life tht is to be", to me,
Residence too plin,
Unless in my Redeemer's Fce
I recognize your own
Of Immortlity who doubts
He my exchnge with me,
Curtiled by your obscuring Fce
Of everything but He -
Of Heven nd Hell I lso yield
The Right to reprehend
To whoso would commute this Fce
For his less priceless Friend.
If "God is Love" s He dmits,
We think tht He must be
Becuse He is jelous God
He tells us certinly,
If "ll is possible for Him"
s He besides concedes,
He will refund us finlly
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