Emily Dickinson

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

When We Stand On The Tops Of Things - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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When we stand on the tops of Things—
And like the Trees, look down—
The smoke all cleared away from it—
And Mirrors on the scene—

Just laying light—no soul will wink
Except it have the flaw—
The Sound ones, like the Hills—shall stand—
No Lighting, scares away—

The Perfect, nowhere be afraid—
They bear their dauntless Heads,
Where others, dare not go at Noon,
Protected by their deeds—

The Stars dare shine occasionally
Upon a spotted World—
And Suns, go surer, for their Proof,
As if an Axle, held—


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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