Unto Like Story-trouble Has Enticed Me
Emily Dickinson
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has enticed me— How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred the Glory— And their young will Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons—chanted— Till God’s full time— When they let go the ignominy—smiling— And Shame went still— Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me, Worn fair By Heads rejected—in the lower country— Of honors there— Such spirit makes her perpetual mention, That I—grown bold— Step martial—at my Crucifixion— As Trumpets—rolled— Feet, small as mine—have marched in Revolution Firm to the Drum— Hands—not so stout—hoisted them—in witness— When Speech went numb— Let me not shame their sublime deportments— Drilled bright— Beckoning—Etruscan invitation— Toward Light—
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