390 <br /> <br />It's coming—the postponeless Creature— <br />It gains the Block—and now—it gains the Door— <br />Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings— <br />Enters—with a "You know Me—Sir"? <br /> <br />Simple Salute—and certain Recognition— <br />Bold—were it Enemy—Brief—were it friend— <br />Dresses each House in Crape, and Icicle— <br />And carries one—out of it—to God—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-coming-the-postponeless-creature/
