The Loneliness One dare not sound -
and woul 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 skierted in the Dark -
With Consciousness suspended -
And being under lock -
I fer me this - is Loneliness -
The Maker of the soul
Its caverns and its corridors
Iluminate - or seal -
[Emily Dickinson]
and woul 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 skierted in the Dark -
With Consciousness suspended -
And being under lock -
I fer me this - is Loneliness -
The Maker of the soul
Its caverns and its corridors
Iluminate - or seal -
[Emily Dickinson]
