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Do People moulder equally,
They bury, in the Grave?
I do believe a Species
As positively live
As I, who testify it
Deny that I—am dead—
And fill my Lungs, for Witness—
From Tanks—above my Head—
I say to you, said Jesus—
That there be standing here—
A Sort, that shall not taste of Death—
If Jesus was sincere—
I need no further Argue—
That statement of the Lord
Is not a controvertible—
He told me, Death was dead—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- As If I Asked A Common Alms
- A Tooth Upon Our Peace
- Water, Is Taught By Thirst
- At Least—to Pray—is Left—is Left
- Unable Are The Loved To Die