Poem

Myself was formed—a Carpenter

Emily Dickinson
488 Myself was formed—a Carpenter— An unpretending time My Plane—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came— To measure our attainments— Had we the Art of Boards Sufficiently developed—He'd hire us At Halves— My Tools took Human—Faces— The Bench, where we had toiled— Against the Man—persuaded— We—Temples build—I said—

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