Emily Dickinson

Dying! To be afraid of thee

831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend — Than thine old Arrow is a Shot Delivered straighter to the Heart The leaving Love behind. Not for itself, the Dust is shy, But, enemy, Beloved be Thy Batteries divorce. Fight sternly in a Dying eye Two Armies, Love and Certainty And Love and the Reverse.