by Emily Dickinson
756
One Blessing had I than the rest
So larger to my Eyes
That I stopped gauging-satisfied-
For this enchanted size-
It was the limit of my Dream-
The focus of my Prayer-
A perfect-paralyzing Bliss-
Contented as Despair-
I knew no more of Want-or Cold-
Phantasms both become
For this new Value in the Soul-
Supremest Earthly Sum-
The Heaven below the Heaven above-
Obscured with ruddier Blue-
Life's Latitudes leant over-full-
The Judgment perished-too-
Why Bliss so scantily disburse-
Why Paradise defer-
Why Floods be served to Us-in Bowls-
I speculate no more-
Last updated June 21, 2015