The Spirit
by Emily Dickinson
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
'TIS whiter than an Indian pipe,
'Tis dimmer than a lace;
No stature has it, like a fog,
When you approach the place.
Not any voice denotes it here,
Or intimates it there;
A spirit, how doth it accost?
What customs hath the air?
This limitless hyperbole
Each one of us shall be;
'Tis drama, if (hypothesis)
It be not tragedy!