578
The Body grows without—
The more convenient way—
That if the Spirit—like to hide
Its Temple stands, alway,
Ajar—secure—inviting&md ash;
It never did betray
The Soul that asked its shelter
In solemn honesty
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- No Rack Can Torture Me
- One Dignity Delays For All
- The Woodpecker
- His Feet Are Shod With Gauze
- His Bill An Auger Is