Emily Dickinson - How many times these low feet staggered lyrics

187 How many times these low feet staggered Only the soldered mouth can tell Try—can you stir the awful rivet Try—can you lift the hasps of steel! Stroke the cool forehead—hot so often Lift—if you care—the listless hair Handle the adamantine fingers Never a thimble—more—shall wear Buzz the dull flies—on the chamber window Brave—shines the sun through the freckled pane Fearless—the cobweb swings from the ceiling Indolent Housewife—in Daisies—lain!