A Solemn Thing&Mdash;It Was&Mdash;I Said

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A solemn thing—it was—I said—
A woman—white—to be—
And wear—if God should count me fit—
Her blameless mystery—

A hallowed thing—to drop a life
Into the purple well—
Too plummetless—that it return—
Eternity—until—

I pondered how the bliss would look—
And would it feel as big—
When I could take it in my hand—
As hovering—seen—through fog—

And then—the size of this "small" life—
The Sages—call it small—
Swelled—like Horizons—in my vest—
And I sneered—softly—"small"!

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (2)

.....a wonderful poem....second stanza has a html tag...and the title needs correction....thank you for posting ★
My fav lines: A hallowed thing—to drop a life Into the purple well— Very nice :)