The Bustle in a House
Because I Could Not Stop for Death A Book The Bustle in a House Come Slowly, Eden! Death Sets a Thing Heart, We Will Forget Him! Hope is the Thing with Feathers I Felt a Funeral in My Brain I Went To Heaven My Life Closed Twice Before it Closed The Mystery of Pain A Narrow Fellow in the Grass The Only News I Know Success is Counted Sweetest Summer Shower There Is A Word This Is My Letter To The World A Thunderstorm We Like March When Roses Cease To Bloom, Dear
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth, - The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity.