Emily Dickinson

If He Dissolve then there Is Nothing

poem 236

If He dissolve then there is nothing more Eclipse at Midnight It was dark before Sunset at Easter Blindness on the Dawn Faint Star of Bethlehem Gone down! Would but some God inform Him Or it be too late! Say that the pulse just lisps The Chariots wait Say that a little life for His Is leaking red His little Spaniel tell Him! Will He heed?

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