If He dissolve—then—there is nothing Emily Dickinson

If He dissolve—then—there is nothing—more
Eclipse—at Midnight
It was dark—before
Sunset—at Easter
Blindness—on the Dawn
Faint Star of Bethlehem
Gone down!

Would but some God—inform Him
Or it be too late!
Say—that the pulse just lisps
The Chariots wait

Say—that a little life—for His
Is leaking—red
His little Spaniel—tell Him!
Will He heed?