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You're right—"the way is narrow"—
And "difficult the Gate"—
And "few there be"—Correct again—
That "enter in—thereat"—
'Tis Costly—So are purples!
'Tis just the price of Breath—
With but the "Discount" of the Grave—
Termed by the Brokers—"Death"!
And after that—there's Heaven—
The Good Man's—"Dividend"—
And Bad Men—"go to Jail"—
I guess—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- All Overgrown By Cunning Moss
- An Altered Look About The Hills
- A Nearness To Tremendousness
- Fame Is A Fickle Food (1659)
- Adrift! A Little Boat Adrift!