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Faith

by Sir Lewis Morris

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Drawing the boundary…

I’m ceded — I’ve stopped being Theirs

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Faith

by Sir Lewis Morris

Oh Faith, that through our feeble youth,
Our faltering footsteps didst sustain,
With glimpses of receding Truth,
Now seen and now withdrawn again;
But always faint and white and far
As stars in summer midnights are.

Not Faith thou wert, if throughly clear,
Thou shon'st upon us, ever bright,
If thou like knowledge, steadfast, near,
Wert bathed in all-pervading Light,
And with high noon of perfect Day,
Illumin'dst our unerring way.

Not Faith thou wert!
Ah, shine not bright,
But as of old, o'erclouded still;
Let no broad noontides blind our sight.
With dawn, with eve, our spirits fill;
Not all thy hidden rays reveal—
To know is lower than to feel.

I’m ceded — I’ve stopped being Theirs

by Emily Dickinson

I’m ceded — I’ve stopped being Theirs —
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
I’ve finished threading — too —

Baptized, before, without the choice,
But this time, consciously, of Grace —
Unto supremest name —
Called to my Full — The Crescent dropped —
Existence’s whole Arc, filled up,
With one small Diadem.

My second Rank — too small the first —
Crowned — Crowing — on my Father’s breast —
A half unconscious Queen —
But this time — Adequate — Erect,
With Will to choose, or to reject,
And I choose, just a Crown —

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