Departed to the judgment,
A mighty afternoon;
Great clouds like ushers leaning,
Creation looking on.
The flesh surrendered, cancelled
The bodiless begun;
Two worlds, like audiences, disperse
And leave the soul alone.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- As Everywhere Of Silver
- Answer July
- The Bustle In A House
- Besides The Autumn Poets Sing
- All Forgot For Recollecting