Emily Dickinson

Had we our senses

Had we our senses
But perhaps ’tis well they’re not at Home
So intimate with Madness
He’s liable with them
 
Had we the eyes without our Head—
How well that we are Blind—
We could not look upon the Earth—
So utterly unmoved—
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