by Emily Dickinson
571
Must be a Woe-
A loss or so-
To bend the eye
Best Beauty's way-
But-once aslant
It notes Delight
As difficult
As Stalactite
A Common Bliss
Were had for less-
The price-is
Even as the Grace-
Our lord-thought no
Extravagance
To pay-a Cross-
Last updated June 21, 2015