Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound - Poem by Emily Dickinson


The Loneliness One dare not sound—
And would as soon surmise
As in its Grave go plumbing
To ascertain the size—

The Loneliness whose worst alarm
Is lest itself should see—
And perish from before itself
For just a scrutiny—

The Horror not to be surveyed—
But skirted in the Dark—
With Consciousness suspended—
And Being under Lock—

I fear me this—is Loneliness—
The Maker of the soul
Its Caverns and its Corridors
Illuminate—or seal—

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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