If He were living -- dare I ask -- by Emily Dickinson
If He were living -- dare I ask -- And how if He be dead -- And so around the Words I went -- Of meeting them -- afraid --
I hinted Changes -- Lapse of Time -- The Surfaces of Years -- I touched with Caution -- lest they crack -- And show me to my fears --
Reverted to adjoining Lives -- Adroitly turning out Wherever I suspected Graves -- 'Twas prudenter -- I thought --
And He -- I pushed -- with sudden force -- In face of the Suspense -- "Was buried" -- "Buried"! "He!" My Life just holds the Trench --
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