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.
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.
The Question and Answer section for Emily Dickinson’s Collected Poems is a great resource to ask questions, find answers, and discuss the novel.
It would be useful if you had a particular poem in mind.
Did you have a question? If not... thank you for sharing.
Did you have a question about Dickinson's, A Thunderstorm?