I Reason, Earth Is Short, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I reason, earth is short,
    And anguish absolute,
    And many hurt;
    But what of that?

    I reason, we could die:
    The best vitality
    Cannot excel decay;
    But what of that?

    I reason that in heaven
    Somehow, it will be even,
    Some new equation given;
    But what of that?