Resurrection. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

    ‘T was a long parting, but the time
    For interview had come;
    Before the judgment-seat of God,
    The last and second time

    These fleshless lovers met,
    A heaven in a gaze,
    A heaven of heavens, the privilege
    Of one another’s eyes.

    No lifetime set on them,
    Apparelled as the new
    Unborn, except they had beheld,
    Born everlasting now.

    Was bridal e’er like this?
    A paradise, the host,
    And cherubim and seraphim
    The most familiar guest.