"Death is a dialogue between"

XXXI.

Death is a dialogue between The spirit and the dust. "Dissolve," says Death.  The Spirit, "Sir, I have another trust." Death doubts it, argues from the ground. The Spirit turns away, Just laying off, for evidence, An overcoat of clay.

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"Except to heave she is nought"	"It was too late for man"

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