Emily Dickinson — What is

215 What is—"Paradise" Who live there Are they "Farmers" Do they "hoe" Do they know that this is "Amherst" And that I—am coming—too Do they wear "new shoes"—in "Eden" Is it always pleasant—there Won't they scold us—when we're homesick Or tell God—how cross we are You are sure there's such a person As "a Father"—in the sky So if I get lost—there—ever Or do what the Nurse calls "die" I shan't walk the "Jasper"—barefoot Ransomed folks—won't laugh at me Maybe—"Eden" a'n't so lonesome As New England used to be!