The Securest Fold

Emily wrote about death a lot, but you don’t really get tired of reading her poems because she does it differently than anyone else.

 

  #1065

Let down the Bars, Oh Death –

The tired Flocks come in

Whose bleating ceases to repeat

Whose wandering is done –

 

Thine is the stillest night

Thine the securest Fold

Too near Thou art for seeking Thee

Too tender, to be told.

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