499 br br Those fair—fictitious People— br The Women—plucked away br From our familiar Lifetime— br The Men of Ivory— br br Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas— br Who stay upon the Wall br In Everlasting Keepsake— br Can Anybody tell? br br We trust—in places perfecter— br Inheriting Delight br Beyond our faint Conjecture— br Our dizzy Estimate— br br Remembering ourselves, we trust— br Yet Blesseder—than We— br Through Knowing—where We only hope— br Receiving—where we—pray— br br Of Expectation—also— br Anticipating us br With transport, that would be a pain br Except for Holiness— br br Esteeming us—as Exile— br Themself—admitted Home— br Through easy Miracle of Death— br The Way ourself, must come—br br Emily Dickinsonbr br