My life closed twice before its close -
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
o pile like thunder to its close
Then crumble grand away
While Everything created hid
This – would be Poetry -
Or Love – the two coeval come -
We both and neither prove -
Experience either and consume -
For None see God and live
Emily Dickinson
