Through the Dark Sod—as Education— <br />The Lily passes sure— <br />Feels her white foot—no trepidation— <br />Her faith—no fear— <br /> <br />Afterward—in the Meadow— <br />Swinging her Beryl Bell— <br />The Mold-life—all forgotten—now— <br />In Ecstasy—and Dell—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-dark-sod-as-education/
