I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;
Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The Realm of You!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Only A Shrine, But Mine
- When Diamonds Are A Legend
- 'Tis So Appalling&Mdash;It Exhilarates
- Precious To Me—she Still Shall Be
- Pain Has An Element