Love—is that later Thing than Death Emily Dickinson

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Love—is that later Thing than Death
More previous—than Life
Confirms it at its entrance—And
Usurps it—of itself

Tastes Death—the first—to hand the sting
The Second—to its friend
Disarms the little interval
Deposits Him with God

Then hovers—an inferior Guard
Lest this Beloved Charge
Need—once in an Eternity
A smaller than the Large