Emily Dickinson - This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life lyrics

858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you When Sunrise through a fissure drop The Day must follow too If we demur, its gaping sides Disclose as 'twere a Tomb Ourself am lying straight wherein The Favorite of Doom When it has just contained a Life Then, Darling, it will close And yet so bolder every Day So turbulent it grows I'm tempted half to stitch it up With a remaining Breath I should not miss in yielding, though To Him, it would be d**h And so I bear it big about My Burial—before A Life quite ready to depart Can hara** me no more