EMILY DICKINSON


Not with a Club, the Heart is broken
- Nor with a Stone
A Whip so small you could not see it
I've known













To lash the Magic Creature
,Till it fell
Yet that Whip's Name
.Too noble then to tell













Magnanimous as Birc
-By boy descried
Singing unto the Stone
- Of which it died


















Shame need not crouch
-In such an Earth as Ours
Shame - stand erect
.The Universe is yours