- Emily Dickinson, "Through the strait pass of suffering"
Through the strait pass of suffering—
Their feet—upon Temptations—
Their faces—upon God—
Con vulsion—playing round—
Harmless—as streaks of Meteor—
Upon a Planet's Bond—
Their faith—the everlasting troth—
The Needle—to the North Degree—
Wades—so—thro' polar Air!