Emily Dickinson


Safe in their Alabaster Chambers --
Untouched by Morning --
And untouched by Noon --
Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection --
Rafter of satin, 
And Roof of stone.

Light laughs the breeze 
In her Castle above them --
Babbles the Bee in a stolid Ear;
Pipe the Sweet Birds in ignorant cadence —
Ah, what sagacity perished here!