A Word dropped careless on a Page
May stimulate an eye
When folded in perpetual seam
The Wrinkled Maker lie
Infection in the sentence breeds
We may inhale Despair
At distances of Centuries
From the Malaria -
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- There Is A Morn By Men Unseen
- We Pray&Mdash;To Heaven
- The Heart Has Narrow Banks
- No Other Can Reduce
- To Mend Each Tattered Faith