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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
236 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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If He dissolve—then—there is nothing
236 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?
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American