The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
Going to Heaven!I dont know when - Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I'm too astonished To think of answering you!Going to Heaven! How dim it sounds! And yet it will be done As sure as flocks go home at night Unto the Shepherd's arm!Perhaps you're going too! Who knows? If you sh'd get there first Save just a little place for me Close to the two I lost -The smallest "Robe" will fit me And just a bit of "Crown" - When we are going home - I'm glad I dont believe itFor it w'd stop my breath - And I'd like to look a little more At such a curious Earth! I am glad they did believe it Whom I have never foundSince the mighty autumn afternoon I left them in the ground.