If I Should Die, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

If I Should Die

If I should die,

And you should live—

And time should gurgle on—

And morn should beam—

And noon should burn—

As it has usual done—

If Birds should build as early

And Bees as bustling go—

One might depart at option

From enterprise below!

’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand

When we with Daisies lie—

That Commerce will continue—

And Trades as briskly fly—

It makes the parting tranquil

And keeps the soul serene—

That gentlemen so sprightly

Conduct the pleasing scene!

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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—

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Not That We Did, Shall Be the Test

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An Everywhere of Silver

An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.

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A Loss of Something Ever Felt I

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We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s Act—

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Given in Marriage Unto Thee

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If I Should Die

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