Apocalypse. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 I’m wife; I’ve finished that,
    That other state;
    I’m Czar, I’m woman now:
    It’s safer so.

    How odd the girl’s life looks
    Behind this soft eclipse!
    I think that earth seems so
    To those in heaven now.

    This being comfort, then
    That other kind was pain;
    But why compare?
    I’m wife! stop there!