351 <br /> <br />I felt my life with both my hands <br />To see if it was there— <br />I held my spirit to the Glass, <br />To prove it possibler— <br /> <br />I turned my Being round and round <br />And paused at every pound <br />To ask the Owner's name— <br />For doubt, that I should know the Sound— <br /> <br />I judged my features—jarred my hair— <br />I pushed my dimples by, and waited— <br />If they—twinkled back— <br />Conviction might, of me— <br /> <br />I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend— <br />That—was a former time— <br />But we might learn to like the Heaven, <br />As well as our Old Home!"<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-felt-my-life-with-both-my-hands/
