The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
The Frost of Death was on the Pane Protect your flower said He Like sailors fighting with a leak We fought Mortality - Our passive flower we held to SeaTo mountain to the Sun But even on his scarlet shelf To crawl the Frost beganbegunWe pried him back Ourselves we wedgedHimself and Her between But easy as a narrow snake He forked his way along - Till all her helpless beauty bent And then our wrath beganbegunWe hunted him to his RavineWe chased Him to his Den We hated Life and hated Death And nowhere was to go Than Sea and Continent there isA larger - it is Woe -