271 <br /> <br />A solemn thing—it was—I said— <br />A woman—white—to be— <br />And wear—if God should count me fit— <br />Her blameless mystery— <br /> <br />A hallowed thing—to drop a life <br />Into the purple well— <br />Too plummetless—that it return— <br />Eternity—until— <br /> <br />I pondered how the bliss would look— <br />And would it feel as big— <br />When I could take it in my hand— <br />As hovering—seen—through fog— <br /> <br />And then—the size of this "small" life— <br />The Sages—call it small— <br />Swelled—like Horizons—in my vest— <br />And I sneered—softly—"small"!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-solemn-thing-mdash-it-was-mdash-i-said/
