Going to Heaven!I don't know when --Pray do not ask me how!Indeed I'm too astonishedTo think of answering you!Going to Heaven!How dim it sounds!And yet it will be doneAs sure as flocks go home at nightUnto the Shepherd's arm!Perhaps you're going too!Who knows?If you should get there firstSave just a little space for meClose to the two I lost --The smallest "Robe" will fit meAnd just a bit of "Crown" --For you know we do not mind our dressWhen we are going home --I'm glad I don't believe itFor it would stop my breath --And I'd like to look a little moreAt such a curious Earth!I'm glad they did believe itWhom I have never foundSince the might Autumn afternoonI left them in the ground.