622 <br /> <br />To know just how He suffered—would be dear— <br />To know if any Human eyes were near <br />To whom He could entrust His wavering gaze— <br />Until it settle broad—on Paradise— <br /> <br />To know if He was patient—part content— <br />Was Dying as He thought—or different— <br />Was it a pleasant Day to die— <br />And did the Sunshine face his way— <br /> <br />What was His furthest mind—Of Home—or God— <br />Or what the Distant say— <br />At news that He ceased Human Nature <br />Such a Day— <br /> <br />And Wishes—Had He Any— <br />Just His Sigh—Accented— <br />Had been legible—to Me— <br />And was He Confident until <br />Ill fluttered out—in Everlasting Well— <br /> <br />And if He spoke—What name was Best— <br />What last <br />What One broke off with <br />At the Drowsiest— <br /> <br />Was He afraid—or tranquil— <br />Might He know <br />How Conscious Consciousness—could grow— <br />Till Love that was—and Love too best to be— <br />Meet—and the Junction be Eternity<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-know-just-how-he-suffered-mdash-would-be-dear/
