If your Nerve, deny you

by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson


If your Nerve, deny you —
Go above your Nerve —
He can lean against the Grave,
If he fear to swerve —

That's a steady posture —
Never any bend
Held of those Brass arms —
Best Giant made?

If your Soul seesaw —
Lift the Flesh door —
The Poltroon wants Oxygen —
Nothing more —

Last updated September 05, 2017