Suspense.

Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest room,
If in that room a friend await
Felicity or doom.
What fortitude the soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door!

About Emily Dickinson

American poet known for her unconventional use of form and syntax. Most of her work was published posthumously.

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