The thought beneath so slight a film
Is more distincly seen, --
As laces just reveal the surge,
Or mists the Apennine.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- How firm Eternity must look
- She Lay As If At Play
- Those Who Have Been In The Grave The Longest
- We—bee And I—live By The Quaffing
- Why Make It Doubt—it Hurts It So