Dust is the only secret

by Emily Dickinson · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880

Death the only one

You cannot find out all about

In his native town:

Nobody knew his father,

Never was a boy,

Hadn't any playmates

Or early history.


Industrious, laconic,

Punctual, sedate,

Bolder than a Brigand,

Swifter than a Fleet,

Builds like a bird too,

Christ robs the nest—

Robin after robin

Smuggled to rest!

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