Emily Dickinson — Under the Light yet under

949 Under the Light, yet under Under the Grass and the Dirt Under the Beetle's Cellar Under the Clover's Root Further than Arm could stretch Were it Giant long Further than Sunshine could Were the Day Year long Over the Light, yet over Over the Arc of the Bird Over the Comet's chimney Over the Cubit's Head Further than Guess can gallop Further than Riddle ride Oh for a Disc to the Distance Between Ourselves and the Dead!