Unit, like Death, for Whom? by Emily Dickinson
Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to 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.
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