Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.
Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Tell All The Truth
- Death Leaves Us Homesick, Who Behind
- A Slash Of Blue
- A Darting Fear&Mdash;A Pomp&Mdash;A Tear
- A Doubt If It Be Us