The Province of the Saved, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Province of the Saved

539

The Province of the Saved

Should be the Art—To save—

Through Skill obtained in Themselves—

The Science of the Grave

No Man can understand

But He that hath endured

The Dissolution—in Himself—

That Man—be qualified

To qualify Despair

To Those who failing new—

Mistake Defeat for Death—Each time—

Till acclimated—to—

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