It was not
Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down-
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.
...
And yet, it tasted like, them all
The Figures I have seen
Set orderly, for Burial,
Reminded me, of mine-
Emily Dickinson
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