![]() The past claims all things soon or late. When Time moved not yet nor Space was unrolled wide, for thy game of the. The sword whose steel perchance is dyed.” In this poem, Emily Dickinson contemplates the prospect of death with the same clear eyes and direct language that characterizes all of her work she expresses grief at the life that will continue on without her, but ultimately finds peace in considering that she is headed toward Eternity and her reward in the afterlife. 'Play up play up and play the game' This is the word that year by year, While in her place the school is set, Every one of her sons must hear, And none that hears it dare forget. It is I who am questing in Lifes broken ways for thy laughter and love and light. The youth, strong-limbed and swift of feet, “The past claims all things soon or late. ![]()
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