Unit, like Death for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told him- The Grave is strict- Tickets admit Just two-the Bearer- And the Borne- And seat- Just One- The Living- tell- The Dying- but a Syllable The Coy Dead-None No chatter-here- no tea so Babbler, and Bohea- stay there But Gravity-and Expectation-and Fear a tremor just, that All's not sure.
this poem is by an author named Emily Dickinson, I have a poetry book from her and I found this poem and it intrigued me