I think I was enchanted by Emily Dickinson
I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl -- I read that Foreign Lady -- The Dark -- felt beautiful --
And whether it was noon at night -- Or only Heaven -- at Noon -- For very Lunacy of Light I had not power to tell --
The Bees -- became as Butterflies -- The Butterflies -- as Swans -- Approached -- and spurned the narrow Grass -- And just the meanest Tunes
That Nature murmured to herself To keep herself in Cheer -- I took for Giants -- practising Titanic Opera --
The Days -- to Mighty Metres stept -- The Homeliest -- adorned As if unto a Jubilee 'Twere suddenly confirmed --
I could not have defined the change -- Conversion of the Mind Like Sanctifying in the Soul -- Is witnessed -- not explained --
'Twas a Divine Insanity -- The Danger to be Sane Should I again experience -- 'Tis Antidote to turn --
To Tomes of solid Witchcraft -- Magicians be asleep -- But Magic -- hath an Element Like Deity -- to keep --
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