Dust Is The Only Secret

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Dust is the only Secret—
Death, the only One
You cannot find out all about
In his "native town."

Nobody know "his Father"—
Never was a Boy—
Hadn't any playmates,
Or "Early history"—

Industrious! Laconic!
Punctual! Sedate!
Bold as a Brigand!
Stiller than a Fleet!

Builds, like a Bird, too!
Christ robs the Nest—
Robin after Robin
Smuggled to Rest!

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (2)

Through Christ the soul is rescued from Death. Robin stands for the soul.
.............excellent diction....a superb write ★