Author Emily Dickinson 733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that's audible— That is admitted—Here— For other Services—as Sound— There hangs a smaller Ear Outside the Castle—that Contain— The other—only—Hear— Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments