Death is the supple Suitor
Emily Dickinson
1445 Death is the supple Suitor That wins at last— It is a stealthy Wooing Conducted first By pallid innuendoes And dim approach But brave at last with Bugles And a bisected Coach It bears away in triumph To Troth unknown And Kindred as responsive As Porcelain.
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