Emily Dickinson - What Soft—Cherubic Creatures (401) lyrics

What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon a**ault a Plush— Or violate a Star— Such Dimity Convictions— A Horror so refined Of freckled Human Nature— Of Deity—ashamed— It's such a common—Glory— A Fisherman's—Degree— Redemption—Brittle Lady— Be so—ashamed of Thee—