If ever the lid gets off my head
And lets the brain away
The fellow will go where he belonged -
Without a hint from me,
And the world - if the world be looking on -
Will see how far from home
It is possible for sense to live
The soul there - all the time.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- There is no Silence in the Earth
- Some Days retired from the rest
- September's Baccalaureate
- A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
- I Bet With Every Wind That Blew