The Truth—is Stirless, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Truth—is Stirless

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The Truth—is stirless—

Other force—may be presumed to move—

This—then—is best for confidence—

When oldest Cedars swerve—

And Oaks untwist their fists—

And Mountains—feeble—lean—

How excellent a Body, that

Stands without a Bone—

How vigorous a Force

That holds without a Prop—

Truth stays Herself—and every man

That trusts Her—boldly up—

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