The heart asks pleasure first
The heart asks pleasure first, / And then, excuse from pain;
Who has not found the heaven below
❦
Who has not found the heaven below
Will fail of it above.
God's residence is next to mine,
His furniture is love.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
THERE is another Loneliness
THERE is another Loneliness / That many die without,
FAREWELL
FAREWELL. / Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
A death-blow is a life-blow to some / Who, till they died, did not alive become;