Author Emily Dickinson 856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size. By Death's bold Exhibition Preciser what we are And the Eternal function Enabled to infer. Tags future death Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments