Emily Dickinson

Unto Like Story trouble Has Enticed Me

poem 295

Unto like Story Trouble has enticed me How Kinsmen fell Brothers and Sister who preferred the Glory And their young will Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons chanted Till God’s full time When they let go the ignominy smiling And Shame went still Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me, Worn fair By Heads rejected in the lower country Of honors there Such spirit makes her perpetual mention, That I grown bold Step martial at my Crucifixion As Trumpets rolled Feet, small as mine have marched in Revolution Firm to the Drum Hands not so stout hoisted them in witness When Speech went numb Let me not shame their sublime deportments Drilled bright Beckoning Etruscan invitation Toward Light

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