Emily Dickinson

I Think To Live may Be A Bliss

poem 646

I think to Live may be a Bliss To those who dare to try Beyond my limit to conceive My lip to testify I think the Heart I former wore Could widen till to me The Other, like the little Bank Appear unto the Sea I think the Days could every one In Ordination stand And Majesty be easier Than an inferior kind No numb alarm lest Difference come No Goblin on the Bloom No start in Apprehension’s Ear, No Bankruptcy no Doom But Certainties of Sun Midsummer in the Mind A steadfast South upon the Soul Her Polar time behind The Vision pondered long So plausible becomes That I esteem the fiction real The Real fictitious seems How bountiful the Dream What Plenty it would be Had all my Life but been Mistake Just rectified in Thee

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