Emily Dickinson poem.

[duccio]

I've been feeling a little melancholy lately. I know the cause. it's always the same, but I can't think of the specific event. When I do, the melancholy will go.

About two years ago I decided to have DailyLit send me an Emily Dickinson poem every M W and F. Here is the one that came today: #242

II.

Going to heaven!
I don't know when,
Pray do not ask me how, --
Indeed, I'm too astonished
To think of answering you!
Going to heaven! --
How dim it sounds!
And yet it will be done
As sure as flocks go home at night
Unto the shepherd's arm!

Perhaps you're going too!
Who knows?
If you should get there first,
Save just a little place for me
Close to the two I lost!

The smallest "robe" will fit me,
And just a bit of "crown;"
For you know we do not mind our dress
When we are going home.

I'm glad I don't believe it,
For it would stop my breath,
And I'd like to look a little more
At such a curious earth!
I am glad they did believe it
Whom I have never found
Since the mighty autumn afternoon
I left them in the ground.