Emily Dickinson - Crisis is a Hair lyrics

889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep To suspend the Breath Is the most we can Ignorant is it Life or d**h Nicely balancing Let an instant push Or an Atom press Or a Circle hesitate In Circumference It — may jolt the Hand That adjusts the Hair That secures Eternity From presenting — Here