673 <br /> <br />The Love a Life can show Below <br />Is but a filament, I know, <br />Of that diviner thing <br />That faints upon the face of Noon— <br />And smites the Tinder in the Sun— <br />And hinders Gabriel's Wing— <br /> <br />'Tis this—in Music—hints and sways— <br />And far abroad on Summer days— <br />Distils uncertain pain— <br />'Tis this enamors in the East— <br />And tints the Transit in the West <br />With harrowing Iodine— <br /> <br />'Tis this—invites—appalls—endows— <br />Flits—glimmers—proves—dissolves— <br />Returns—suggests—convicts—enchants— <br />Then—flings in Paradise—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-a-life-can-show-below/
