Her spirit rose to such a height
Her countenance it did inflate
Like one that fed on awe.
More prudent to assault the dawn
Than merit the ethereal scorn
That effervesced from her.Emily Dickinson
VenusHer spirit rose to such a height
it did inflate Her Glory
Like one that lived on awe.
It’s more prudent to appear in the dawn
Than enjoy the heavenly superiority
When dull stars escaped from her.
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