Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Martyrs

Through the straight pass of suffering
The martyrs even trod,
Their feet upon temptation,
Their faces upon God.

A stately, shriven company;
Convulsion playing round,
Harmless as streaks of meteor
Upon a planet's bound.

Their faith the everlasting troth;
Their expectation fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.

1. Sight
2. The Hemlock
3. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar
4. Sleep Is Supposed to Be
5. The Thought Beneath So Slight a Film

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