The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
A solemn thing - it was - I said -A Woman - white - to be - And wear - if God should count me fit - Her blameless mystery - A timid thing - to drop a lifeInto thepurple mystic well - Too plummetless - that itreturn come back - Eternity - until - I pondered how the bliss would look - And would it feel as big -When I could take it in my hand - Asglimmering hovering - seen - through fog -And then - the size of this "small" life - The Sages - call it small - Swelled - like Horizons - in myvest breast -And I sneered - softly - "small"!