Emily Dickinson — I felt my life with both my hands

351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there I held my spirit to the Glass To prove it possibler I turned my Being round and round And paused at every pound To ask the Owner's name For doubt, that I should know the Sound I judged my features—jarred my hair I pushed my dimples by, and waited If they—twinkled back Conviction might, of me I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend That—was a former time But we might learn to like the Heaven As well as our Old Home!"