Love can do all but raise the Dead
Read 'Love can do all but raise the Dead' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Love can do all but raise the Dead by Emily Dickinson
Love can do all but raise the Dead
I doubt if even that
From such a giant were withheld
Were flesh equivalent
But love is tired and must sleep,
And hungry and must graze
And so abets the shining Fleet
Till it is out of gaze.
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