734 <br /> <br />If He were living—dare I ask— <br />And how if He be dead— <br />And so around the Words I went— <br />Of meeting them—afraid— <br /> <br />I hinted Changes—Lapse of Time— <br />The Surfaces of Years— <br />I touched with Caution—lest they crack— <br />And show me to my fears— <br /> <br />Reverted to adjoining Lives— <br />Adroitly turning out <br />Wherever I suspected Graves— <br />'Twas prudenter—I thought— <br /> <br />And He—I pushed—with sudden force— <br />In face of the Suspense— <br />"Was buried"—"Buried"! "He!" <br />My Life just holds the Trench—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-he-were-living-dare-i-ask/
