Author Emily Dickinson We never know we go, ā when we are going We jest and shut the door; Fate following behind us bolts it, And we accost no more. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3.7 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments