831 <br /> <br />Dying! To be afraid of thee <br />One must to thine Artillery <br />Have left exposed a Friend— <br />Than thine old Arrow is a Shot <br />Delivered straighter to the Heart <br />The leaving Love behind. <br /> <br />Not for itself, the Dust is shy, <br />But, enemy, Beloved be <br />Thy Batteries divorce. <br />Fight sternly in a Dying eye <br />Two Armies, Love and Certainty <br />And Love and the Reverse.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-to-be-afraid-of-thee/
