by Emily Dickinson
263
Is all that pins the Soul
That stands for Deity, to Mine,
Upon my side the Veil -
Once witnessed of the Gauze -
Its name is put away
As far from mine, as if no plight
Had printed yesterday,
In tender - solemn Alphabet,
My eyes just turned to see,
When it was smuggled by my sight
Into Eternity -
More Hands - to hold - These are but Two -
One more new-mailed Nerve
Just granted, for the Peril's sake -
Some striding - Giant - Love -
So greater than the Gods can show,
They slink before the Clay,
That not for all their Heaven can boast
Will let its Keepsake - go
Last updated June 21, 2015