by: Emily Dickinson
Let Us play Yesterday —
I — the Girl at school —
You — and Eternity — the
Untold Tale —
Easing my famine
At my Lexicon —
Logarithm — had I — for Drink —
‘Twas a dry Wine —
Somewhat different — must be —
Dreams tint the Sleep —
Cunning Reds of Morning
Make the Blind — leap —
Still at the Egg-life —
Chafing the Shell —
When you troubled the Ellipse —
And the Bird fell —
Manacles be dim — they say —
To the new Free —
Liberty — Commoner —
Never could — to me —
‘Twas my last gratitude
When I slept — at night —
‘Twas the first Miracle
Let in — with Light —
Can the Lark resume the Shell —
Easier — for the Sky —
Wouldn’t Bonds hurt more
Than Yesterday?
Wouldn’t Dungeons sorer frate
On the Man — free —
Just long enough to taste —
Then — doomed new —
God of the Manacle
As of the Free —
Take not my Liberty
Away from Me —
By: Emily Dickinson
Poems about Freedom