Emily Dickinson — Love—is that later Thing than Death

924 Love—is that later Thing than Death More previous—than Life Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself Tastes Death—the first—to hand the sting The Second—to its friend Disarms the little interval Deposits Him with God Then hovers—an inferior Guard Lest this Beloved Charge Need—once in an Eternity A smaller than the Large