Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense - the starkest Madness - - Emily Dickinson

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye....

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?

Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.

This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, — The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!