753 <br /> <br />My Soul—accused me—And I quailed— <br />As Tongue of Diamond had reviled <br />All else accused me—and I smiled— <br />My Soul—that Morning—was My friend— <br /> <br />Her favor—is the best Disdain <br />Toward Artifice of Time—or Men— <br />But Her Disdain—'twere lighter bear <br />A finger of Enamelled Fire—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-soul-accused-me-and-i-quailed/
