Death & Dying
Let down the bars, O Death
Death & Dying
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.
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “Let down the bars, O Death.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/239/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “Let down the bars, O Death.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/239/.
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