295 <br /> <br />Unto like Story—Trouble has enticed me— <br />How Kinsmen fell— <br />Brothers and Sister—who preferred the Glory— <br />And their young will <br />Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons—chanted— <br />Till God's full time— <br />When they let go the ignominy—smiling— <br />And Shame went still— <br /> <br />Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me, <br />Worn fair <br />By Heads rejected—in the lower country— <br />Of honors there— <br />Such spirit makes her perpetual mention, <br />That I—grown bold— <br />Step martial—at my Crucifixion— <br />As Trumpets—rolled— <br /> <br />Feet, small as mine—have marched in Revolution <br />Firm to the Drum— <br />Hands—not so stout—hoisted them—in witness— <br />When Speech went numb— <br />Let me not shame their sublime deportments— <br />Drilled bright— <br />Beckoning—Etruscan invitation— <br />Toward Light—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unto-like-story-trouble-has-enticed-me/
