<dickinson's "[if i may have it, when it's dead, "]> 2003-04-04.8:04 p.m. 577 ["If I may have it, when it's dead, "] Emily Dickinson If I may have it, when it's dead, I'll be contented--so-- If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me-- Until they lock it in the Grave, 'Tis Bliss I cannot weigh-- For tho' they lock Thee in the Grave, Myself--can own the key-- Think of it Lover! I and Thee Permitted--face to face to be-- After a Life--a Death--We'll say-- For Death was That-- And this--is Thee-- I'll tell Thee All--how Bald it grew-- How Midnight felt, at first--to me-- How all the Clocks stopped in the World-- And Sunshine pinched me--'Twas so cold-- Then how the Grief got sleepy--some-- As if my Soul were deaf and dumb? Just making signs--across--to Thee-- That this way--thou could'st notice me-- I'll tell you how I tried to keep A smile, to show you, when this Deep All Waded--We look back for Play, At those Old Times--in Calvary, Forgive me, if the Grave come slow-- For Coveting to look at Thee-- Forgive me, if to stroke thy frost Outvisions Paradise! back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad