Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest Room
If in that Room a Friend await
Felicity or Doom--
What fortitude the Soul contains
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming Foot--
The opening of a Door--
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Could I But Ride Indefinite
- Baffled For Just A Day Or Two
- Fitter To See Him, I May Be
- As Watchers Hang Upon The East
- Dust Is The Only Secret
