It Troubled Me as Once I Was, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

It Troubled Me as Once I Was

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It troubled me as once I was—

For I was once a Child—

Concluding how an Atom—fell—

And yet the Heavens—held—

The Heavens weighed the most—by far—

Yet Blue—and solid—stood—

Without a Bolt—that I could prove—

Would Giants—understand?

Life set me larger—problems—

Some I shall keep—to solve

Till Algebra is easier—

Or simpler proved—above—

Then—too&m dash;be comprehended—

What sorer—puzzled me—

Why Heaven did not break away—

And tumble—Blue—on me—

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It Troubled Me as Once I Was

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