Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Let down the bars, O Death!

by Emily Dickinson

POEMS. 181

I.

LET down the bars, O 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.