Emily Dickinson

Taking Up The Fair Ideal

poem 428

Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture we discover Or a splintered Crown Makes the Heavens portable And the Gods a lie Doubtless Adam&md ash;scowled at Eden For his perjury! Cherishing our pool Ideal Till in purer dress We behold her glorified Comforts sear ch like this Till the broken creatures We adored for whole Stains all washed Transfigured mended Meet us with a smile

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