Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.
Emily DickinsonThat no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.
Emily DickinsonHe fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.
Emily Dickinson