577 <br /> <br />If I may have it, when it's dead, <br />I'll be contented—so— <br />If just as soon as Breath is out <br />It shall belong to me— <br /> <br />Until they lock it in the Grave, <br />'Tis Bliss I cannot weigh— <br />For tho' they lock Thee in the Grave, <br />Myself—can own the key— <br /> <br />Think of it Lover! I and Thee <br />Permitted—face to face to be— <br />After a Life—a Death—We'll say— <br />For Death was That— <br />And this—is Thee— <br /> <br />I'll tell Thee All—how Bald it grew— <br />How Midnight felt, at first—to me— <br />How all the Clocks stopped in the World— <br />And Sunshine pinched me—'Twas so cold— <br /> <br />Then how the Grief got sleepy—some— <br />As if my Soul were deaf and dumb— <br />Just making signs—across—to Thee— <br />That this way—thou could'st notice me— <br /> <br />I'll tell you how I tried to keep <br />A smile, to show you, when this Deep <br />All Waded—We look back for Play, <br />At those Old Times—in Calvary, <br /> <br />Forgive me, if the Grave come slow— <br />For Coveting to look at Thee— <br />Forgive me, if to stroke thy frost <br />Outvisions Paradise!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-may-have-it-when-it-s-dead/
