I Read My Sentence Steadily, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 I read my sentence steadily,
    Reviewed it with my eyes,
    To see that I made no mistake
    In its extremest clause, —

    The date, and manner of the shame;
    And then the pious form
    That “God have mercy” on the soul
    The jury voted him.

    I made my soul familiar
    With her extremity,
    That at the last it should not be
    A novel agony,

    But she and Death, acquainted,
    Meet tranquilly as friends,
    Salute and pass without a hint —
    And there the matter ends.