The Body grows without 578 by Emily Dickinson Lyrics
The Body grows without—
The more convenient way—
That if the Spirit—like to hide
Its Temple stands, alway,
Ajar—secure—inviting&md ash;
It never did betray
The Soul that asked its shelter
In solemn honesty
The more convenient way—
That if the Spirit—like to hide
Its Temple stands, alway,
Ajar—secure—inviting&md ash;
It never did betray
The Soul that asked its shelter
In solemn honesty