How Human Nature dotes
On what it can't detect.
The moment that a Plot is plumbed
Prospective is extinct -
Prospective is the friend
Reserved for us to know
When Constancy is clarified
Of Curiosity -
Of subjects that resist
Redoubtablest is this
Where go we -
Go we anywhere
Creation after this?
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- These Tested Our Horizon
- My Best Acquaintances Are Those
- When Katie Walks, This Simple Pair Accompany Her Side
- The Lamp Burns Sure—within
- Not That We Did, Shall Be The Test