What Mystery Pervades A Well!
Emily Dickinson
1400 What mystery pervades a well! That water lives so far— A neighbor from another world Residing in a jar Whose limit none have ever seen, But just his lid of glass— Like looking every time you please In an abyss’s face! The grass does not appear afraid, I often wonder he Can stand so close and look so bold At what is awe to me. Related somehow they may be, The sedge stands next the sea— Where he is floorless And does no timidity betray But nature is a stranger yet; The ones that cite her most Have never passed her haunted house, Nor simplified her ghost. To pity those that know her not Is helped by the regret That those who know her, know her less The nearer her they get.
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