The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
I know that He exists.Somewhere - in silence - He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. 'Tis an instant's play -'Tis a fond Ambush - Just to make Bliss Earn her own surprise! But - should the play Prove piercing earnest -Should the glee - glaze - In Death's - stiff - stare - Would not the fun Look too expensive! Would not the jest -Have crawled too far!