593 <br /> <br />I think I was enchanted <br />When first a sombre Girl— <br />I read that Foreign Lady— <br />The Dark—felt beautiful— <br /> <br />And whether it was noon at night— <br />Or only Heaven—at Noon— <br />For very Lunacy of Light <br />I had not power to tell— <br /> <br />The Bees—became as Butterflies— <br />The Butterflies—as Swans— <br />Approached—and spurned the narrow Grass— <br />And just the meanest Tunes <br /> <br />That Nature murmured to herself <br />To keep herself in Cheer— <br />I took for Giants—practising <br />Titanic Opera— <br /> <br />The Days—to Mighty Metres stept— <br />The Homeliest—adorned <br />As if unto a Jubilee <br />'Twere suddenly confirmed— <br /> <br />I could not have defined the change— <br />Conversion of the Mind <br />Like Sanctifying in the Soul— <br />Is witnessed—not explained— <br /> <br />'Twas a Divine Insanity— <br />The Danger to be Sane <br />Should I again experience— <br />'Tis Antidote to turn— <br /> <br />To Tomes of solid Witchcraft— <br />Magicians be asleep— <br />But Magic—hath an Element <br />Like Deity—to keep—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-think-i-was-enchanted/
