Emily Dickinson - I cautious, scanned my little life lyrics

178 I cautious, scanned my little life I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads like mine Should be a-dreaming laid I put the latter in a Barn The former, blew away I went one winter morning And lo - my priceless Hay Was not upon the "Scaffold" Was not upon the "Beam" And from a thriving Farmer A Cynic, I became Whether a Thief did it Whether it was the wind Whether Deity's guiltless My business is, to find! So I begin to ransack! How is it Hearts, with Thee? Art thou within the little Barn Love provided Thee?