The Fascinating Chill That Music Leaves
Emily Dickinson
1480 The fascinating chill that music leaves Is Earth’s corroboration Of Ecstasy’s impediment— ’Tis Rapture’s germination In timid and tumultuous soil A fine—estranging creature— To something upper wooing us But not to our Creator—
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