Emily Dickinson

Dust is the only Secret

153 Dust is the only Secret — Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his "native town. " Nobody know "his Father" — Never was a Boy — Hadn't any playmates, Or "Early history" — Industrious! Laconic! Punctual! Sedate! Bold as a Brigand! Stiller than a Fleet! Builds, like a Bird, too! Christ robs the Nest — Robin after Robin Smuggled to Rest!