Goodbye dear friends--I hardly knew [Dickinson]

Goodbye dear friends—I hardly knew—
Your soul still lives by me
Upon the bed—awaiting Death
I know I am now free

For outside—Birds stay whistling—
They sense I’ll fly on soon
I close my lids to see the skies—
And Vanish from the room

Dear God, I beckon now to Thee
I am the Graceless dove
Deserve—not I—the Mercy sent
’Pon me—a Tarnished clove

Thanks be—a Faith of needed hope
That I ne’er lost—but Found
A Love now taketh me in death
To King of golden crowns

Now I am gone Beyond the earth
But birds still feel my Soul
And Flying high—through clouds so calm
My friend—I shall console