Emily Dickinson - Unto like Story—Trouble has enticed me lyrics

295 Unto like Story—Trouble has enticed me How Kinsmen fell Brothers and Sister—who preferred the Glory And their young will Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons—chanted Till God's full time When they let go the ignominy—smiling And Shame went still Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me Worn fair By Heads rejected—in the lower country Of honors there Such spirit makes her perpetual mention That I—grown bold Step martial—at my Crucifixion As Trumpets—rolled Feet, small as mine—have marched in Revolution Firm to the Drum Hands—not so stout—hoisted them—in witness When Speech went numb Let me not shame their sublime deportments Drilled bright Beckoning—Etruscan invitation Toward Light