195 <br /> <br />For this—accepted Breath— <br />Through it—compete with Death— <br />The fellow cannot touch this Crown— <br />By it—my title take— <br />Ah, what a royal sake <br />To my necessity—stooped down! <br /> <br />No Wilderness—can be <br />Where this attendeth me— <br />No Desert Noon— <br />No fear of frost to come <br />Haunt the perennial bloom— <br />But Certain June! <br /> <br />Get Gabriel—to tell—the royal syllable— <br />Get Saints—with new—unsteady tongue— <br />To say what trance below <br />Most like their glory show— <br />Fittest the Crown!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-this-accepted-breath/
