Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
    Not death; for who is he?
    The porter of my father’s lodge
    As much abasheth me.

    Of life? ‘T were odd I fear a thing
    That comprehendeth me
    In one or more existences
    At Deity’s decree.

    Of resurrection? Is the east
    Afraid to trust the morn
    With her fastidious forehead?
    As soon impeach my crown!