313 <br /> <br />I should have been too glad, I see— <br />Too lifted—for the scant degree <br />Of Life's penurious Round— <br />My little Circuit would have shamed <br />This new Circumference—have blamed— <br />The homelier time behind. <br /> <br />I should have been too saved—I see— <br />Too rescued—Fear too dim to me <br />That I could spell the Prayer <br />I knew so perfect—yesterday— <br />That Scalding One—Sabachthani— <br />Recited fluent—here— <br /> <br />Earth would have been too much—I see— <br />And Heaven—not enough for me— <br />I should have had the Joy <br />Without the Fear—to justify— <br />The Palm—without the Calvary— <br />So Savior—Crucify— <br />Defeat—whets Victory—they say— <br />The Reefs—in old Gethsemane— <br />Endear the Coast—beyond! <br />'Tis Beggars—Banquets—can define— <br />'Tis Parching—vitalizes Wine— <br />"Faith" bleats—to understand!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-should-have-been-too-glad-i-see/
