Major American Poets - Emily Dickinson

                                        

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                                         A cold knock echoed -- iced my door

                                         With haste I answered not.

                                         Instead searched deep within my soul

                                         To drink what Life had brought.

                                         A wealth of beauty I have known

                                         Warmth -- nestled to me -- now sadly lain.

                                         Tepid cracked the gate did I

                                         To welcome Death -- aft my goodbye!