| Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life XI |
| MUCH madness is divinest sense | |
| To a discerning eye; | |
| Much sense the starkest madness. | |
| ’T is the majority | |
| In this, as all, prevails. | 5 |
| Assent, and you are sane; | |
| Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous, | |
| And handled with a chain. |
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