Myself was formed—a Carpenter lyrics
by 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