Emily Dickinson - Dying! To be afraid of thee lyrics

831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend Than thine old Arrow is a Shot Delivered straighter to the Heart The leaving Love behind Not for itself, the Dust is shy But, enemy, Beloved be Thy Batteries divorce Fight sternly in a Dying eye Two Armies, Love and Certainty And Love and the Reverse