Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night
Emily DickinsonThere's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
Emily DickinsonI died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.
Emily Dickinson