Too Much

Emily Dickinson

1830 to 1886

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I should have been too glad, I see,
Too for the scant degree
   Of life's penurious round;
little circuit would have shamed
This new circumference, have
   The homelier time behind.

I should have been saved, I see,
Too rescued; fear too dim to
   That I could spell the prayer
I knew perfect yesterday, —
That scalding one, "Sabachthani,"
    fluent here.

Earth would have been too much, I see,
And heaven not enough for me;
   I should had the joy
Without the fear to justify, —
palm without the Calvary;
   So, Saviour, crucify.

Defeat victory, they say;
The reefs in old Gethsemane
    the shore beyond.
'T is beggars banquets best define;
'T is thirsting vitalizes wine, —
   Faith faints to understand.