Emily Dickinson

I Know That He Exists

poem 338

I know that He exists. Somewhere in Silence He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. ‘Tis an instant’s play. ‘Tis a fond Ambush Just to make Bliss Earn her own surprise! But should the play Prove piercing earnest Should the glee glaze In Death’s stiff stare Wou ld not the fun Look too expensive! Would not the jest Have crawled too far!

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