by Emily Dickinson
792
Through the strait pass of suffering-
The Martyrs-even-trod.
Their feet-upon Temptations-
Their faces-upon God-
A stately-shriven-Company-
Convulsion-playing round-
Harmless-as streaks of Meteor-
Upon a Planet's Bond-
Their faith-the everlasting troth-
Their Expectation-fair-
The Needle-to the North Degree-
Wades-so-thro' polar Air!
Last updated June 21, 2015