Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me by Emily Dickinson
Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me -- How Kinsmen fell -- Brothers and Sister -- who preferred the Glory -- And their young will Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons -- chanted -- Till God's full time -- When they let go the ignominy -- smiling -- And Shame went still --
Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me, Worn fair By Heads rejected -- in the lower country -- Of honors there -- Such spirit makes her perpetual mention, That I -- grown bold -- Step martial -- at my Crucifixion -- As Trumpets -- rolled --
Feet, small as mine -- have marched in Revolution Firm to the Drum -- Hands -- not so stout -- hoisted them -- in witness -- When Speech went numb -- Let me not shame their sublime deportments -- Drilled bright -- Beckoning -- Etruscan invitation -- Toward Light --
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