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A transport one cannot contain
May yet a transport be—
Though God forbid it lift the lid—
Unto its Ecstasy!
A Diagram—of Rapture!
A sixpence at a Show—
With Holy Ghosts in Cages!
The Universe would go!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Despair's Advantage Is Achieved
- How Happy I Was If I Could Forget
- Do People Moulder Equally
- As If I Asked A Common Alms
- A Tooth Upon Our Peace
