This connects it even closer to the Shelley, then. In "bronze and blaze" Dickinson explicitly identifies her art with the auroras. She really has satiated the void circumference with the spacious might of her spirit's light, but at the same time shrunk back to a point within our day and night--to an island in dishonored grass known only by beetles, in Bronze & Blaze, and to a lonely receding speck on a ball in I Saw No Way. She associated the very event, perhaps Sept 2 1859, with this very Adonais stanza, and that seems to have made at least two poems.