What Twigs We held by —
Oh the View
When Life’s swift River striven through
We pause before a further plunge
To take Momentum —
As the Fringe

Upon a former Garment shows
The Garment cast,
Our Props disclose
So scant, so eminently small
Of Might to help, so pitiful
To sink, if We had labored, fond
The diligence were not more blind

How scant, by everlasting Light
The Discs that satisfied Our Sight —
How dimmer than a Saturn’s Bar
The Things esteemed, for Things that are!

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem What Twigs We held by —

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