Emily Dickinson - Of Bronze—and Blaze lyrics

290 Of Bronze—and Blaze The North—Tonight So adequate—it forms So preconcerted with itself So distant—to alarms And Unconcern so sovereign To Universe, or me Infects my simple spirit With Taints of Majesty Till I take vaster attitudes And strut upon my stem Disdaining Men, and Oxygen For Arrogance of them My Splendors, are Menagerie But their Completeless Show Will entertain the Centuries When I, am long ago An Island in dishonored Gra** Whom none but Beetles—know