The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
The Soul has Bandaged moments -When too appalled to stir - She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look at her - Salute her, with long fingers -Caress her freezing hair - Sip, Goblin, from the very lips The Lover - hovered - o'er - Unworthy, that a thought so mean Accost a Theme - so - fair -The soul has moments of escape - When bursting all the doors - She dances like a Bomb, abroad, And swings opon the Hours, As do the Bee - delirious borne -Long Dungeoned from his Rose -Touch Liberty - then know no more - But Noone, and ParadiseThe Soul's retaken moments - When, Felon led along,Withirons - shackles on the plumed feet, Andrivets - staples, in the song, The Horror welcomes her, again, These, are not brayed of Tongue -