When the Best is gone - I know that other things are not of consequence - The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care. - Emily Dickinson

The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth, — The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity

Since then — 'tis Centuries — and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity —

I never hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad By soldiers battered down, But I tug childish at my bars,— Only to fail again!