To disappear enhances by Emily Dickinson

To disappear enhances --
The Man that runs away
Is tinctured for an instant
With Immortality

But yesterday a Vagrant --
Today in Memory lain
With superstitious value
We tamper with "Again"

But "Never" far as Honor
Withdraws the Worthless thing
And impotent to cherish
We hasten to adorn --

Of Death the sternest function
That just as we discern
The Excellence defies us --
Securest gathered then

The Fruit perverse to plucking,
But leaning to the Sight
With the ecstatic limit
Of unobtained Delight --

by Emily Dickinson

Other poems by 'Emily Dickinson'

There is another sky

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

Because I could not stop for Death

Nobody knows this little Rose

I started Early ,Took my Dog

Awake ye muses nine

If I can stop one Heart from breaking

My life closed twice before its close

Heart! We will forget him!

A narrow Fellow in the Grass