It was not death, for I stood up, / And all the dead lie down; / It was not night, for all the bells / Put out their tongues, for noon. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh I felt siroccos crawl,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
