485 <br /> <br />To make One's Toilette—after Death <br />Has made the Toilette cool <br />Of only Taste we cared to please <br />Is difficult, and still— <br /> <br />That's easier—than Braid the Hair— <br />And make the Bodice gay— <br />When eyes that fondled it are wrenched <br />By Decalogues—away—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-make-one-s-toilette-mdash-after-death/
