Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part One: LifeXXXVIII
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The martyrs even trod,
Their feet upon temptation,
Their faces upon God.
Convulsion playing round,
Harmless as streaks of meteor
Upon a plant’s bound.
Their expectation fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.