I never hear that one is dead by Emily Dickinson

 I never hear that one is dead

Without the chance of Life

Afresh annihilating me

That mightiest Belief,

Too mighty for the Daily mind

That tilling it’s abyss,

Had Madness, had it once or, Twice

The yawning Consciousness,

Beliefs are Bandaged, like the Tongue

When Terror were it told

In any Tone commensurate

Would strike us instant Dead -

I do not know the man so bold

He dare in lonely Place

That awful stranger - Consciousness

Deliberately face -