178 <br /> <br />I cautious, scanned my little life— <br />I winnowed what would fade <br />From what would last till Heads like mine <br />Should be a-dreaming laid. <br /> <br />I put the latter in a Barn— <br />The former, blew away. <br />I went one winter morning <br />And lo - my priceless Hay <br /> <br />Was not upon the "Scaffold"— <br />Was not upon the "Beam"— <br />And from a thriving Farmer— <br />A Cynic, I became. <br /> <br />Whether a Thief did it— <br />Whether it was the wind— <br />Whether Deity's guiltless— <br />My business is, to find! <br /> <br />So I begin to ransack! <br />How is it Hearts, with Thee? <br />Art thou within the little Barn <br />Love provided Thee?<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-cautious-scanned-my-little-life/
