"And--Finished knowing--Then"

(I had to check the capitalizations, because they're rife in Emily Dickinson's poetry, & are assigned, seemingly, arbitrarily. "Is" can be capitalized at one point, &, at another, it's not. What you think may be capitalized, isn't, & vice versa. Perhaps it's best not to dwell on such trivial matters, but I can't help it--I notice these things, both because of an almost-autistic, pathogenic attention to detail, & because of my hyper-vigilance born of my degree in English, which demanded an acute eye due to its repeated use of close reading. This is not altogether a good thing, because something as fickle as a capitalization takes on way too much meaning. "Why are those two words used here & not here?...& why is it not capitalized there, but not here?" Welcome to my life--at least a little snippet of it. Imagine that carrying on in perpetuity, sporadically, each day, everyday. I dare you.)