If I Should Die

"If I should die" 

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) 

If I should die, 
And you should live, 
And time should gurgle on, 
And morn should beam, 
And noon should burn, 
As it has usual done; 
If birds should build as early, 
And bees as bustling go,— 
One might depart at option 
From enterprise below! 
’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand 
When we with daisies lie, 
That commerce will continue, 
And trades as briskly fly. 
It makes the parting tranquil 
And keeps the soul serene, 
That gentlemen so sprightly 
Conduct the pleasing scene!