Death is a dialogue between

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Death is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
Dissolve, says Death. The Spirit, Sir,
I have another trust.

Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.

More poems by Emily Dickinson

No rack can torture me, / My soul's at liberty

FOR Death,–or rather / For the things 'twill buy,

I took my power in my hand. / And went against the world;

Going to heaven! / I don't know when,