dots-menu
×

Home  »  The Complete Poems  »  XXVIII

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Five: The Single Hound

XXVIII

OF Death the sharpest function,

That, just as we discern,

The Excellence defies us;

Securest gathered then

The fruit perverse to plucking,

But leaning to the sight

With the ecstatic limit

Of unobtained Delight.