Death is the supple Suitor
That wins at last --
It is a stealthy Wooing
Conducted first
By pallid innuendoes
And dim approach
But brave at last with Bugles
And a bisected Coach
It bears away in triumph
To Troth unknown
And Kindred as responsive
As Porcelain.

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Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 1445. Death is the supple Suitor
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955
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