To pile like Thunder to its close
Then crumble grand away
While Everything created hid
This — would be Poetry —

Or Love — the two coeval come —
We both and neither prove —
Experience either and consume —
For None see God and live —

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem To pile like Thunder to its close

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