To know just how He suffered -- would be dear -- by Emily Dickinson
To know just how He suffered -- would be dear -- To know if any Human eyes were near To whom He could entrust His wavering gaze -- Until it settle broad -- on Paradise --
To know if He was patient -- part content -- Was Dying as He thought -- or different -- Was it a pleasant Day to die -- And did the Sunshine face his way --
What was His furthest mind -- Of Home -- or God -- Or what the Distant say -- At news that He ceased Human Nature Such a Day --
And Wishes -- Had He Any -- Just His Sigh -- Accented -- Had been legible -- to Me -- And was He Confident until Ill fluttered out -- in Everlasting Well --
And if He spoke -- What name was Best -- What last What One broke off with At the Drowsiest --
Was He afraid -- or tranquil -- Might He know How Conscious Consciousness -- could grow -- Till Love that was -- and Love too best to be -- Meet -- and the Junction be Eternity
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