To Law—said sweet Thermopylae I give my dying Kiss

"Go tell it"—What a Message—
by Emily Dickinson

"Go tell it"—What a Message—
To whom—is specified—
Not murmur—not endearment—
But simply—we—obeyed—
Obeyed—a Lure—a Longing?
Oh Nature—none of this—
To Law—said sweet Thermopylae
I give my dying Kiss—