Emily Dickinson — It was a Grave yet bore no Stone

876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed 'twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul Entombed by whom, for what offence If Home or Foreign born Had I the curiosity 'Twere not appeased of men Till Resurrection, I must guess Denied the small desire A Rose upon its Ridge to sow Or take away a Briar