What If I Say I Shall Not Wait? By Emily Dickinson

    What if I say I shall not wait?
    What if I burst the fleshly gate
    And pass, escaped, to thee?
    What if I file this mortal off,
    See where it hurt me, — that ‘s enough, —
    And wade in liberty?

    They cannot take us any more, —
    Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
    Unmeaning now, to me,
    As laughter was an hour ago,
    Or laces, or a travelling show,
    Or who died yesterday!