Going To Heaven! By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Going to heaven!
    I don’t know when,
    Pray do not ask me how, —
    Indeed, I ‘m too astonished
    To think of answering you!
    Going to heaven! —
    How dim it sounds!
    And yet it will be done
    As sure as flocks go home at night
    Unto the shepherd’s arm!

    Perhaps you ‘re going too!
    Who knows?
    If you should get there first,
    Save just a little place for me
    Close to the two I lost!

    The smallest “robe” will fit me,
    And just a bit of “crown;”
    For you know we do not mind our dress
    When we are going home.

    I ‘m glad I don’t believe it,
    For it would stop my breath,
    And I ‘d like to look a little more
    At such a curious earth!
    I am glad they did believe it
    Whom I have never found
    Since the mighty autumn afternoon
    I left them in the ground.