It Came At Last But Prompter Death

Emily Dickinson

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It came at last but prompter Death
Had occupied the House—
His pallid Furniture arranged
And his metallic Peace—

Oh faithful Frost that kept the Date
Had Love as punctual been
Delight had aggrandized the Gate
And blocked the coming in.

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