Life XXV. Belshazzar had a letter (1459), par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life XXV. Belshazzar had a letter (1459)

Part One: Life

XXV

BELSHAZZAR had a letter,—

He never had but one;

Belshazzar’s correspondent

Concluded and begun

In that immortal copy

The conscience of us all

Can read without its glasses

On revelation’s wall.

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Emily Dickinson