How firm Eternity must look
To crumbling men like me
The only Adamant Estate
In all Identity -
How mighty to the insecure
Thy Physiognomy
To whom not any Face cohere -
Unless concealed in thee
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- She Lay As If At Play
- Those Who Have Been In The Grave The Longest
- We—bee And I—live By The Quaffing
- Why Make It Doubt—it Hurts It So
- The Wind Didn'T Come From The Orchard—today