Emily Dickinson - The Soul has Bandaged moments (512) lyrics

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Emily Dickinson - The Soul has Bandaged moments (512) lyrics

The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look at her— Salute her—with long fingers— Caress her freezing hair— Sip, Goblin, from the very lips The Lover—hovered—o'er— Unworthy, that a thought so mean Accost a Theme—so—fair— The soul has moments of Escape— When bursting all the doors— She dances like a Bomb, abroad, And swings upon the Hours, As do the Bee—delirious borne— Long Dungeoned from his Rose— Touch Liberty—then know no more, But Noon, and Paradise— The Soul's retaken moments— When, Felon led along, With shackles on the plumed feet, And staples, in the Song, The Horror welcomes her, again, These, are not brayed of Tongue—