Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

If He Dissolve—then—there Is Nothing - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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If He dissolve—then—there is nothing—more—
Eclipse—at Midnight—
It was dark—before—
Sunset—at Easter—
Blindness—on the Dawn—
Faint Star of Bethlehem—
Gone down!

Would but some God—inform Him—
Or it be too late!
Say—that the pulse just lisps—
The Chariots wait—

Say—that a little life—for His—
Is leaking—red—
His little Spaniel—tell Him!
Will He heed?


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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