My life closed twice before its close--
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- We Grow Accustomed To The Dark
- By The Sea
- A Prison Gets To Be A Friend
- A Sepal, Petal, And A Thorn
- A First Mute Coming
