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For Death—or rather
For the Things 'twould buy—
This—put away
Life's Opportunity—
The Things that Death will buy
Are Room—
Escape from Circumstances—
And a Name—
With Gifts of Life
How Death's Gifts may compare—
We know not—
For the Rates—lie Here—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Could Live—did Live
- 'Tis So Much Joy!
- A Visitor In Marl
- It Can'T Be "Summer"!
- Because The Bee May Blameless Hum