I cannot live with You, by Emily Dickinson
                    I cannot live with You - 
                    It would be Life - 
                    And Life is over there - 
                    Behind the Shelf
                    The Sexton keeps the Key to - 
                    Putting up
                    Our Life - His Porcelain - 
                    Like a Cup - 
                    Discarded of the Housewife - 
                    Quaint - or Broke - 
                    A newer Sevres pleases - 
                    Old Ones crack - 
                    I could not die - with You - 
                    For One must wait
                    To shut the Other's Gaze down - 
                    You - could not - 
                    And I - could I stand by
                    And see You - freeze - 
                    Without my Right of Frost - 
                    Death's privilege?
                    Nor could I rise - with You - 
                    Because Your Face
                    Would put out Jesus' - 
                    That New Grace
                    Glow plain - and foreign
                    On my homesick Eye - 
                    Except that You than He
                    Shone closer by - 
                    They'd judge Us - How - 
                    For You - served Heaven - You know,
                    Or sought to - 
                    I could not - 
                    Because You saturated Sight - 
                    And I had no more Eyes
                    For sordid excellence
                    As Paradise
                    And were You lost, I would be - 
                    Though My Name
                    Rang loudest
                    On the Heavenly fame - 
                    And were You - saved - 
                    And I - condemned to be
                    Where You were not - 
                    That self - were Hell to Me - 
                    So We must meet apart - 
                    You there - I - here - 
                    With just the Door ajar
                    That Oceans are - and Prayer - 
                    And that White Sustenance - 
                    Despair - 
                  
