Poem

Upon Concluded Lives

Emily Dickinson
735 Upon Concluded Lives There's nothing cooler falls— Than Life's sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls— Make Lacerating Tune— To Ears the Dying Side— 'Tis Coronal—and Funeral— Saluting—in the Road—

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