Emily Dickinson — If He dissolve—then—there is nothing

If He dissolve—then—there is nothing—more Eclipse—at Midnight It was dark—before Sunset—at Easter Blindness—on the Dawn Faint Star of Bethlehem Gone down! Would but some God—inform Him Or it be too late! Say—that the pulse just lisps The Chariots wait Say—that a little life—for His Is leaking—red His little Spaniel—tell Him! Will He heed?