Emily Dickinson Poem

The bustle in a house

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The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth,–

The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.

The Chemical conviction
The Brain—is wider than the Sky

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