Emily Dickinson

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

'Tis One by One — the Father counts


545

'Tis One by One — the Father counts —
And then a Tract between
Set Cypherless — to teach the Eye
The Value of its Ten —

Until the peevish Student
Acquire the Quick of Skill —
Then Numerals are dowered back —
Adorning all the Rule —

'Tis mostly Slate and Pencil —
And Darkness on the School
Distracts the Children's fingers —
Still the Eternal Rule

Regards least Cypherer alike
With Leader of the Band —
And every separate Urchin's Sum —
Is fashioned for his hand —

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011

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