Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
Not death; for who is he?
The porter of my father's lodge
As much abasheth me.

Of life? 'T were odd I fear a thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.

Of resurrection? Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my crown!

1. The Riddle We Can Guess
2. Playmates
3. Remorse
4. Resurgam
5. The Martyrs

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