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 Theebr br Emily Dickinsonbr br