APOCALYPSE - I'm wife; I've finished that

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I'm wife; I've finished that,
That other state;
I'm Czar, I'm woman now:
It's safer so.

How odd the girl's life looks
Behind this soft eclipse!
I think that earth seems so
To those in heaven now.

This being comfort, then
That other kind was pain;
But why compare?
I'm wife! stop there!

More poems by Emily Dickinson

Before you thought of spring, / Except as a surmise,

OF Death the sharpest function, / That, just as we discern,

FAREWELL. / Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,

How the old mountains drip with sunset, / And the brake of dun!