Shall I take thee, the Poet said
To the propounded word?
Be stationed with the Candidates
Till I have finer tried—
The Poet searched Philology
And when about to ring
For the suspended Candidate
There came unsummoned in—
That portion of the Vision
The Word applied to fill
Not unto nomination
The Cherubim reveal—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- In Snow Thou Comest
- There's Something Quieter Than Sleep
- This That Would Greet&Mdash;An Hour Ago
- There Are Two Ripenings—one—of Sight
- Reverse Cannot Befall