THE props assist the house
Until the house is built,
And then the props withdraw–
And adequate, erect,
The house supports itself;
Ceasing to recollect
The auger and the carpenter.
Just such a retrospect
Hath the perfected life,
A past of plank and nail,
And slowness,–then the scaffolds drop–
Affirming it a soul.

– THE props assist the house by Emily Dickinson

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