EMILY DICKINSON



!Glee! the great storm is over
,four have recoverd the land
Forty gone down together
.Into the boilimg sand

















!Ring, for the scant salvation
-Toll , for the bonnie souls
,Neighbor and friend and bridegroom
!Spinning upon the shoals


















How they will tell the shipwreck
,When winter shakes the door
?Till the children ask , but the forty
?Did they come back no more



















,Then a silence suffuses the story
,And a sofness the teller's eye
,And the children no further question
.And only the waves reply