The Child’s Faith Is New, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Child’s Faith Is New

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The Child’s faith is new—

Whole—like His Principle—

Wide—like the Sunrise

On fresh Eyes—

Never had a Doubt—

Laughs—at a Scruple—

Believes all sham

But Paradise—

Credits the World—

Deems His Dominion

Broadest of Sovereignties—

And Caesar—mean—

In the Comparison—

Baseless Emperor—

Ruler of Nought—

Yet swaying all—

Grown bye and bye

To hold mistaken

His pretty estimates

Of Prickly Things

He gains the skill

Sorrowful—as certain—

Men—to anticipate

Instead of Kings—

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