488 <br /> <br />Myself was formed—a Carpenter— <br />An unpretending time <br />My Plane—and I, together wrought <br />Before a Builder came— <br /> <br />To measure our attainments— <br />Had we the Art of Boards <br />Sufficiently developed—He'd hire us <br />At Halves— <br /> <br />My Tools took Human—Faces— <br />The Bench, where we had toiled— <br />Against the Man—persuaded— <br />We—Temples build—I said—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/myself-was-formed-a-carpenter/
