poems from dickinson to maria whitney

We knew not that we were to live -
Nor when - we are to die -
Our ignorance - our cuirass is -
We wear Mortality
As lightly as an Option Gown
Till asked to take it off -
By his intrusion, God is known -
It is the same with Life -

thomas johnson's note on poem 1462 | index to dickinson/whitney poems

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