789
On a Columnar Self—
How ample to rely
In Tumult—or Extremity—
How good the Certainty
That Lever cannot pry—
And Wedge cannot divide
Conviction—That Granitic Base—
Though None be on our Side—
Suffice Us—for a Crowd—
Ourself—and Rectitude—
And that Assembly—not far off
From furthest Spirit—God—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Went To Heaven,--
- Who Never Lost, Are Unprepared
- I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet
- Great Caesar! Condescend
- So Well That I Can Live Without