422 <br /> <br />More Life—went out—when He went <br />Than Ordinary Breath— <br />Lit with a finer Phosphor— <br />Requiring in the Quench— <br /> <br />A Power of Renowned Cold, <br />The Climate of the Grave <br />A Temperature just adequate <br />So Anthracite, to live— <br /> <br />For some—an Ampler Zero— <br />A Frost more needle keen <br />Is necessary, to reduce <br />The Ethiop within. <br /> <br />Others—extinguish easier— <br />A Gnat's minutest Fan <br />Sufficient to obliterate <br />A Tract of Citizen— <br /> <br />Whose Peat lift—amply vivid— <br />Ignores the solemn News <br />That Popocatapel exists— <br />Or Etna's Scarlets, Choose—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-life-went-out-when-he-went/
