On this long storm the rainbow rose
On this long storm the rainbow rose, / On this late morn the sun;
A toad can die of light
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A toad can die of light!
Death is the common right
Of toads and men, --
Of earl and midge
The privilege.
Why swagger then?
The gnat's supremacy
Is large as thine.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
I'm nobody! Who are you?
I'm nobody! Who are you? / Are you nobody, too?
FOR Death,–or rather
FOR Death,–or rather / For the things 'twill buy,
CONSECRATION - Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, / Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,