858 <br /> <br />This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life <br />I mention it to you, <br />When Sunrise through a fissure drop <br />The Day must follow too. <br /> <br />If we demur, its gaping sides <br />Disclose as 'twere a Tomb <br />Ourself am lying straight wherein <br />The Favorite of Doom. <br /> <br />When it has just contained a Life <br />Then, Darling, it will close <br />And yet so bolder every Day <br />So turbulent it grows <br /> <br />I'm tempted half to stitch it up <br />With a remaining Breath <br />I should not miss in yielding, though <br />To Him, it would be Death— <br /> <br />And so I bear it big about <br />My Burial—before <br />A Life quite ready to depart <br />Can harass me no more—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-chasm-sweet-upon-my-life/
