Poems by Emily Dickinson: I ("Let down the bars O Death!")

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff
by EmilyDickinson
II

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.
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