The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth.
The sweeping up the heartAnd putting love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil eternity.
The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth.
The sweeping up the heartAnd putting love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil eternity.
© Emily Dickinson