Numen Lumen. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

    I live with him, I see his face;
    I go no more away
    For visitor, or sundown;
    Death’s single privacy,

    The only one forestalling mine,
    And that by right that he
    Presents a claim invisible,
    No wedlock granted me.

    I live with him, I hear his voice,
    I stand alive to-day
    To witness to the certainty
    Of immortality

    Taught me by Time, — the lower way,
    Conviction every day, —
    That life like this is endless,
    Be judgment what it may.