(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Departed To The Judgment,

Departed to the judgment,
A mighty afternoon;
Great clouds like ushers leaning,
Creation looking on.

The flesh surrendered, cancelled
The bodiless begun;
Two worlds, like audiences, disperse
And leave the soul alone.

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How disgusting to see morons rating this brilliant poem low. If it's not some simple ABC " Better a witty fool than a foolish wit" type garbage it gets on here.
.......amazing words and thoughts of death and the soul being left alone ★
Such an incredible woman! How dark her poetry became when her dear friends began to pass away, leaving her ever so lonely.... It seems that death and heaven became her obsession for quite a while. I feel like her poetry is a window to her soul, and that she might have opened it just for me.... How silly that seems when I am not entrenched in her words...