The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside. - Emily Dickinson

This world is not conclusion.
A species stands beyond -
Invisible, as Music -
But positive as Sound

There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons-
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes-

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us-
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are-

None may teach-Any-
'Tis the Seal Despair-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air-

When it comes, the Landscape listens-
Shadows-hold their breath-
When it goes.'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death-

Inebriate of Air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro endless summer days — From Inns of Molten Blue —