Emily Dickinson was Leonard's favorite poet. He cited one excerpt from her poetry in his premature obituary and another on the graveside bench, "The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality."
A Poem by Emily Dickinson:
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart, That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west, Nor noticed night did soft descend Nor constellation burn, Intent upon the vision Of latitudes unknown. The angels, happening that way, This dusty heart espied; Tenderly took it up from toil And carried it to God. There,—sandals for the barefoot; There, —gathered from the gales, Do the blue havens by the hand Lead the wandering sails.