The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth,-
The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Did You Ever Stand In A Cavern's Mouth
- As Children Bid The Guest "Good Night"
- Fame Of Myself, To Justify
- I Gave Myself To Him
- Forever At His Side To Walk