Of whom I am afraid?

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
Not death; for who is he?
The porter of my father's lodge,
As much abasheth me.

Of life? 'T were odd I fear a thing,
That comprehendeth me,
In one or more existences,
At Deity's decree.

Of resurrection? Is the east,
Afraid to trust the morn,
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my crown!

-Emily Dickinson, Time and Eternity