'Tis not that Dying hurts us so —

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'Tis not that Dying hurts us so — by Emily Dickinson
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'Tis not that Dying hurts us so —
'Tis Living — hurts us more —
But Dying — is a different way —
A Kind behind the Door —

The Southern Custom — of the Bird —
That ere the Frosts are due —
Accepts a better Latitude —
We — are the Birds — that stay.

The Shrivers round Farmers' doors —
For whose reluctant Crumb —
We stipulate — till pitying Snows
Persuade our Feathers Home.


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This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.