(126) I SHOWED her heights she never saw— “Wouldst climb?” I said, She said “Not so”— “With me?” I said, “With me?” I showed her secrets Morning’s nest, The rope that Nights were put across— And now, “Wouldst have me for a Guest?” She could not find her yes— And then, I brake my life, and Lo! A light for her, did solemn glow, The larger, as her face withdrew— And could she, further, “No?”
-Emily Dickinson