Emily Dickinson - To know just how He suffered—would be dear lyrics

622 To know just how He suffered—would be dear To know if any Human eyes were near To whom He could entrust His wavering gaze Until it settle broad—on Paradise To know if He was patient—part content Was Dying as He thought—or different Was it a pleasant Day to die And did the Sunshine face his way What was His furthest mind—Of Home—or God Or what the Distant say At news that He ceased Human Nature Such a Day And Wishes—Had He Any Just His Sigh—Accented Had been legible—to Me And was He Confident until Ill fluttered out—in Everlasting Well And if He spoke—What name was Best What last What One broke off with At the Drowsiest Was He afraid—or tranquil Might He know How Conscious Consciousness—could grow Till Love that was—and Love too best to be Meet—and the Junction be Eternity