Poemsby Emily Dickinson

II

I

 This world is not conclusion;   A sequel stands beyond, Invisible, as music,   But positive, as sound. It beckons and it baffles;   Philosophies don't know, And through a riddle, at the last,   Sagacity must go. To guess it puzzles scholars;   To gain it, men have shown Contempt of generations,   And crucifixion known.