The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
Dying - to be afraid of Thee - One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a friend - Than thine old Arrow is a Shot Delivered straighter to the HeartThe leaving Love behind -Not for itself, the Dust is shy. But - Enemy - Beloved be - Thy Batteries divorce - Fight sternly in a dying eyeTwo Armies, Love and Certainty, And Love and the Reverse -