Emily Dickinson Poem

Let down the Bars, Oh Death

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Let down the Bars, Oh Death –
The tired Flocks come in
Whose bleating ceases to repeat
Whose wandering is done –

Thine is the stillest night
Thine the securest Fold
Too near Thou art for seeking Thee
Too tender, to be told.

Let me not mar that perfect Dream
Lest this be Heaven indeed

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