I took my Power in my Hand —
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
I took my Power in my Hand —
And went against the World —
'Twas not so much as David — had —
But I — was twice as bold —
I aimed by Pebble — but Myself
Was all the one that fell —
Was it Goliath — was too large —
Or was myself — too small?
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It swallows substance up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance — …
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The lady dare not lift her veil …
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It quivered through the Grass
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