290 <br /> <br />Of Bronze—and Blaze— <br />The North—Tonight— <br />So adequate—it forms— <br />So preconcerted with itself— <br />So distant—to alarms— <br />And Unconcern so sovereign <br />To Universe, or me— <br />Infects my simple spirit <br />With Taints of Majesty— <br />Till I take vaster attitudes— <br />And strut upon my stem— <br />Disdaining Men, and Oxygen, <br />For Arrogance of them— <br /> <br />My Splendors, are Menagerie— <br />But their Completeless Show <br />Will entertain the Centuries <br />When I, am long ago, <br />An Island in dishonored Grass— <br />Whom none but Beetles—know.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-bronze-and-blaze/
