Emily Dickinson - Love—is that later Thing than d**h lyrics

924 Love—is that later Thing than d**h More previous—than Life Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself Tastes d**h—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