Ended, ere it begun -
The Title was scarcely told
When the Preface perished from Consciousness
The Story, unrevealed -
Had it been mine, to print!
Had it been yours, to read!
That it was not Our privilege
The interdict of God -
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Air has no Residence, no Neighbor
- By homely gift and hindered Words
- He ate and drank the precious Words
- Witchcraft Has Not A Pedigree
- A Wind That Rose