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The Truth is stirless
Other force may be presumed to move
This then is best for confidence
When oldest cedars swerve

And oaks untwist their fists
And mountains feeble lean
How excellent a body that
stands without a bone

How vigorous a force
that holds without a prop
Truth stays herself-and every man
that trusts Her-boldy up-

•Emily Dickinson (c.1863)
Dickinson wrote poems peppered with dashes, which gives her poetry an odd (and differing) interpretation. I tend to remove most of them and let the reader make the interpretation. (She also tended to capitalize without regard for rules.)