For Death—or rather, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

For Death—or rather

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For Death—or rather

For the Things 'twould buy—

This—put away

Life’s Opportunity—

The Things that Death will buy

Are Room—

Escape from Circumstances—

And a Name—

With Gifts of Life

How Death’s Gifts may compare—

We know not—

For the Rates—lie Here—

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