Poem 435 by Emily Dickinson

Poem 435
by Emily Dickinson

Much Madness is divinest Sense––
To a discerning Eye––
Much Sense––the starkest Madness––
'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail––
Assent––and you are sane––
Demur––you're straightway dangerous––
And handled with a Chain––

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