271 br br A solemn thing—it was—I said— br A woman—white—to be— br And wear—if God should count me fit— br Her blameless mystery— br br A hallowed thing—to drop a life br Into the purple well— br Too plummetless—that it return— br Eternity—until— br br I pondered how the bliss would look— br And would it feel as big— br When I could take it in my hand— br As hovering—seen—through fog— br br And then—the size of this "small" life— br The Sages—call it small— br Swelled—like Horizons—in my vest— br And I sneered—softly—"small"!br br Emily Dickinsonbr br