Why make it doubt — it hurts it so —
So sick — to guess —
So strong — to know —
So brave — upon its little Bed
To tell the very last They said
Unto Itself — and smile — And shake —
For that dear — distant — dangerous — Sake—
But — the Instead — the Pinching fear
That Something — it did do — or dare —
Offend the Vision — and it flee —
And They no more remember me —
Nor ever turn to tell me why —
Oh, Master, This is Misery –
Emily Dickinson
Different Vision before death
Why make it different — it hurts it so —
‘Tis so sick to guess —
‘Tis so strong to know —
‘Tis so brave to tell everything
Dead people said privately on death Bed
And smile — And shake —
For that dear — distant — dangerous — purpose—
But instead — the Painful fear
That it told something — or dare —
Alter the Vision — and it flee —
And dead people no more remember me —
Nor ever turn to tell me why —
Oh, Lord, This is Misery –
Dying people was believed to see the Vision of Afterworld before death. Emily wants to hear the Vision, usually individually different.