Emily Dickinson

The Truth is Stirless

poem 780

The Truth is stirless Other force may be presumed to move This then is best for confidence When oldest Cedars swerve And Oaks untwist their fists And Mountains feeble lean How excellent a Body, that Stands without a Bone How vigorous a Force That holds without a Prop Truth stays Herself and every man That trusts Her boldly up

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