A Poem For Thanksgiving II


        One Blessing had I than the rest
        So larger to my Eyes
        That I stopped gauging–satisfied–
        For this enchanted size–

        It was the limit of my Dream–
        The focus of my Prayer–
        A perfect–paralyzing Bliss–
        Contented as Despair–

        I knew no more of Want–or Cold–
        Phantasms both become
        For this new Value in the Soul–
        Supremest Earthly Sum–

        The Heaven below the Heaven above–
        Obscured with ruddier Blue–
        Life’s Latitudes leant over–full–
        The Judgment perished–too–

        Why Bliss so scantily disburse–
        Why Paradise defer–
        Why Floods be served to Us–in Bowls–
        I speculate no more–

— Emily Dickinson.