Make this Bed with Awe

the-end-of-art:

Ample make this Bed—
by Emily Dickinson

Ample make this Bed—
Make this Bed with Awe—
In it wait till Judgment break
Excellent and Fair.

Be its Mattress straight—
Be its Pillow round—
Let no Sunrise’ yellow noise
Interrupt this Ground—

Wasn’t this poem heart-melting enuf without Sophie’s Choice getting itself all mixed up with it?