Emily Dickinson — Robbed by Death—but that was easy

971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing Robbed by Liberty For Her Jugular Defences This, too, I endured Hint of Glory—it afforded For the Brave Beloved Fraud of Distance—Fraud of Danger Fraud of Death—to bear It is Bounty—to Suspense's Vague Calamity Stalking our entire Possession On a Hair's result Then—seesawing—coolly—on it Trying if it split