Emily Dickinson
The Love a Life can show Below
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The Love a Life can show Below
Is but a filament, I know
Of that diviner thing
That faints upon the face of Noon
And smites the Tinder in the Sun
And hinders Gabriel's Wing

'Tis this—in Music—hints and sways
And far abroad on Summer days
Distils uncertain pain
'Tis this enamors in the East
And tints the Transit in the West
With harrowing Iodine

'Tis this—invites—appalls—endows
Flits—glimmers—proves—dissolves
Returns—suggests—convicts—enchants
Then—flings in Paradise