'Tis not that Dying hurts us so – | Affiliated Manuscripts

H 134 (Fr528B)

ca. 1863, spring

Ink | Fair copy | Bound (fascicle 28)

On laid, cream, lightly-ruled stationery, embossed with the letters WM above a shield displaying a double-headed eagle

Retained in Dickinson's archive.

′Tis not that Dying hurts us so –
′Tis Living – hurts us more –
But Dying – is a different way –
A kind behind the Door –

 

The Southern Custom – of the Bird –
That ere the Frosts are due –
Accepts a better Latitude –
We – are the Birds – that stay.

 

The Shiverers round Farmer′s doors –
For whose reluctant Crumb –
We stipulate – till pitying Snows
Persuade our Feathers Home