236 <br /> <br />If He dissolve—then—there is nothing—more— <br />Eclipse—at Midnight— <br />It was dark—before— <br />Sunset—at Easter— <br />Blindness—on the Dawn— <br />Faint Star of Bethlehem— <br />Gone down! <br /> <br />Would but some God—inform Him— <br />Or it be too late! <br />Say—that the pulse just lisps— <br />The Chariots wait— <br /> <br />Say—that a little life—for His— <br />Is leaking—red— <br />His little Spaniel—tell Him! <br />Will He heed?<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-he-dissolve-then-there-is-nothing/
