Author Emily Dickinson 120 If this is "fading" Oh let me immediately "fade"! If this is "dying" Bury me, in such a shroud of red! If this is "sleep," On such a night How proud to shut the eye! Good Evening, gentle Fellow men! Peacock presumes to die! Tags red sleep night 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