Emily Dickinson

If This Is Fading

poem 120

If this is fading Oh let me immediately fade! If this is dying Bury me, in such a shroud of red! If this is sleep, On such a night How proud to shut the eye! Good Evening, gentle Fellow men! Peacock presumes to die!

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