Departed to the Judgment,, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Departed to the Judgment,

Departed to the judgment,

A mighty afternoon;

Great clouds like ushers leaning,

Creation looking on.

The flesh surrendered, cancelled

The bodiless begun;

Two worlds, like audiences, disperse

And leave the soul alone.

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