We never know we go when we are going— / We jest a — Emily Dickinson Next Death is the supple Suitor / That wins at last— / “ We never know we go when we are going— / We jest and shut the Door— / Fate—following—behind us bolts it— / And we accost no more—. Share Share Comments (0) Log in to post a comment. No comments yet. Be the first to comment.
