the wily accuser tempted him in just the way to confuse a savior: All this I will give you.

Daydreams and memory are saving some Down there from shame

waiting in fear of the burn

I found I was playing the whole house,

And suddenly, without warning this long year of suffering comes back in fragments,

By force of her imagination and skill, Emily Dickinson could take the measure of solitude, opprobrium and even damnation.