Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Success in circuit lies,
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth's superb surprise;
As lightning to the children eased
With explanation kind,
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Death Leaves Us Homesick, Who Behind
- A Slash Of Blue
- A Darting Fear&Mdash;A Pomp&Mdash;A Tear
- A Doubt If It Be Us
- A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!