POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON
Italy stands the other side, While, like a guard between,The solemn Alps,The siren Alps, Forever intervene!
CXXIV
REMEMBRANCE has a rear and front,— 'T is something like a house;It has a garret also For refuse and the mouse,
Besides, the deepest cellar That ever mason hewed;Look to it, by its fathoms Ourselves be not pursued.
CXXV
TO hang our head ostensibly, And subsequent to findThat such was not the posture Of our immortal mind,
Affords the sly presumption That, in so dense a fuzz,You, too, take cobweb attitudes Upon a plane of gauze!
[66]
