349
I had the Glory—that will do—
An Honor, Thought can turn her to
When lesser Fames invite—
With one long "Nay"—
Bliss' early shape
Deforming—Dwindling—Gulfing up—
Time's possibility.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- It's Like The Light, --
- We Thirst At First—'Tis Nature's Act
- Should You But Fail At—sea
- Ourselves Were Wed One Summer—dear
- Of Being Is A Bird