The fascinating chill that music leaves
Is Earth’s corroboration
Of Ecstasy’s impediment —
‘Tis Rapture’s germination
In timid and tumultuous soil
A fine — estranging creature —
To something upper wooing us
But not to our Creator —
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)