512 <br /> <br />The Soul has Bandaged moments— <br />When too appalled to stir— <br />She feels some ghastly Fright come up <br />And stop to look at her— <br /> <br />Salute her—with long fingers— <br />Caress her freezing hair— <br />Sip, Goblin, from the very lips <br />The Lover—hovered—o'er— <br />Unworthy, that a thought so mean <br />Accost a Theme—so—fair— <br /> <br />The soul has moments of Escape— <br />When bursting all the doors— <br />She dances like a Bomb, abroad, <br />And swings upon the Hours, <br /> <br />As do the Bee—delirious borne— <br />Long Dungeoned from his Rose— <br />Touch Liberty—then know no more, <br />But Noon, and Paradise— <br /> <br />The Soul's retaken moments— <br />When, Felon led along, <br />With shackles on the plumed feet, <br />And staples, in the Song, <br /> <br />The Horror welcomes her, again, <br />These, are not brayed of Tongue—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-soul-has-bandaged-moments/
