poetry texts, poem archive at plagiarist.com

Read more poems by Emily Dickinson: Emily Dickinson Poems at Poetry X.

1558

Of Death I try to think like this—
The Well in which they lay us
Is but the Likeness of the Brook
That menaced not to slay us,
But to invite by that Dismay
Which is the Zest of sweetness
To the same Flower Hesperian,
Decoying but to greet us—

I do remember when a Child
With bolder Playmates straying
To where a Brook that seemed a Sea
Withheld us by its roaring
From just the Purple Flower beyond
Until constrained to clutch it
If Doom itself were the result,
The boldest leaped, and clutched it—

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 7 Sep 2008 6:23 AM | Viewed: 5033 times

PoetryNotes™ Analysis

A custom PoetryNotes™ eBook may be ordered for this poem. Get help with your homework - delivered in 5-6 days.

For more information...