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While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me Division can split or pare—
Love is like Life—merely longer
Love is like Death, during the Grave
Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection
Scooping up the Dust and chanting "Live"!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Dreaded That First Robin, So
- I Can Wade Grief
- If I Could Bribe Them By A Rose
- Make Me A Picture Of The Sun
- Unit, Like Death, For Whom?
