Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast — Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest! Please God, might I behold him… - Emily Dickinson

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Bless God, he went as soldiers,
His musket on his breast — Grant God, he charge the bravest
Of all the martial blest!

Please God, might I behold him
In epauletted white — I should not fear the foe then — I should not fear the fight!

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About Emily Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Virtually unknown in her lifetime, Dickinson has come to be regarded as one of the greatest American poets of the 19th century. Although she wrote (at latest count) 1789 poems, only a few of them were published in her lifetime, all anonymously, and some perhaps without her knowledge.

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Tis not that Dying hurts us so — ‘Tis Living — hurts us more — — Emily Dickinson, from “’Tis not that Dying hurts us so — ,” [335], The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little, Brown & Co.,1960)

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Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

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