Love-is That Later Thing Than Death
Emily Dickinson
924 Love—is that later Thing than Death— More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand the sting The Second—to its friend— Disarms the little interval— Deposits Him with God— Then hovers—an inferior Guard— Lest this Beloved Charge Need—once in an Eternity— A smaller than the Large—
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