Emily Dickinson's Correspondences
Correspondence with Susan Dickinson

H 259a
Going to Heaven!
I dont know when!
Pray do not ask me how.
Indeed I'm too astonished
To think of answering you!
Going to Heaven!
How dim it sounds!
And yet it will be done
As sure as flocks go home at night
Unto the Shepherd's arm.

Perhaps you're going too!
Who knows?
If you should get there first
Save just a little place for me
Close to the two I lost!
The smallest `robe' will fit me
And just a bit of `Crown',
For you know we do not mind our dress
When we are going home ._
		- over - [written by Dickinson]

H 259b

I am glad I dont believe it -
For it would stop my breath,
And I'd like to look a little more
At such a curious Earth.
I am glad they did believe it
Whom I have never found
Since the mighty Autumn afternoon
I left them in the ground!


H 259

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