Shall I take thee, the Poet said, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Shall I take thee, the Poet said

To the propounded word?

Be stationed with the Candidates

Till I have finer tried—

The Poet searched Philology

And when about to ring

For the suspended Candidate

There came unsummoned in—

That portion of the Vision

The Word applied to fill

Not unto nomination

The Cherubim reveal—

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