Emily Dickinson - I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs lyrics

508 I'm ceded—I've stopped being Theirs The name They dropped upon my face With water, in the country church Is finished using, now And They can put it with my Dolls My childhood, and the string of spools I've finished threading—too Baptized, before, without the choice But this time, consciously, of Grace Unto supremest name Called to my Full—The Crescent dropped Existence's whole Arc, filled up With one small Diadem My second Rank—too small the first Crowned—Crowing—on my Father's breast A half unconscious Queen But this time—Adequate—Erect With Will to choose, or to reject And I choose, just a Crown