They shut me up in Prose --
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet --
Because they liked me "still" --
Still! Could themself have peeped --
And seen my Brain -- go round --
They might as wise have lodged a Bird
For Treason -- in the Pound --
Himself has but to will
And easy as a Star
Abolish his Captivity --
And laugh -- No more have I --
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- We Dream—it Is Good We Are Dreaming
- I Had No Time To Hate, Because
- Two Swimmers Wrestled On The Spar
- This World Is Not Conclusion
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