My Soul — accused me — And I quailed —

My Soul — accused me — And I quailed —
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me — and I smiled —
My Soul — that Morning — was My friend —

Her favor — is the best Disdain
Toward Artifice of Time — or Men —
But Her Disdain — ’twere lighter bear
A finger of Enamelled Fire —

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem My Soul — accused me — And I quailed —

1 Comment

  1. Sasha Harbajan says:

    Iloved how she interpreted her soul as another person.

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