Emily Dickinson - I dwell in Possibility

I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –

Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of Eye –
And there, the Lamplight’s luster
So ample – I could die –

My soul to realize it –
And give it all her own –
This more than State’s arrangements –
There – in the spirit’s Tone –

Of Beauty’s crash of realness –
Without the darkened Wane –
A Thousand songs shall utter –
Yet, none can take the Flame –

The Teeming hopes of women –
That oft are yet undone –
And glossed is Nature’s plaything
When Nature rests – and stuns!