Emily Dickinson — Dust is the only Secret

153 Dust is the only Secret Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his "native town." Nobody know "his Father" Never was a Boy Hadn't any playmates Or "Early history" Industrious! Laconic! Punctual! Sedate! Bold as a Brigand! Stiller than a Fleet! Builds, like a Bird, too! Christ robs the Nest Robin after Robin Smuggled to Rest!