Author Emily Dickinson Go slow, my soul, to feed thyselfUpon his rare approach—Go rapid, lest Competing DeathPrevail upon the Coach—Go timid, should his final eyeDetermine thee amiss—Go boldly—for thou paid'st his priceRedemption—for a Kiss— Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments