646 <br /> <br />I think to Live—may be a Bliss <br />To those who dare to try— <br />Beyond my limit to conceive— <br />My lip—to testify— <br /> <br />I think the Heart I former wore <br />Could widen—till to me <br />The Other, like the little Bank <br />Appear—unto the Sea— <br /> <br />I think the Days—could every one <br />In Ordination stand— <br />And Majesty—be easier— <br />Than an inferior kind— <br /> <br />No numb alarm—lest Difference come— <br />No Goblin—on the Bloom— <br />No start in Apprehension's Ear, <br />No Bankruptcy—no Doom— <br /> <br />But Certainties of Sun— <br />Midsummer—in the Mind— <br />A steadfast South—upon the Soul— <br />Her Polar time—behind— <br /> <br />The Vision—pondered long— <br />So plausible becomes <br />That I esteem the fiction—real— <br />The Real—fictitious seems— <br /> <br />How bountiful the Dream— <br />What Plenty—it would be— <br />Had all my Life but been Mistake <br />Just rectified—in Thee<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-think-to-live-may-be-a-bliss/
