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Each Second is the last
Perhaps, recalls the Man
Just measuring unconsciousness
The Sea and Spar between.
To fail within a Chance—
How terribler a thing
Than perish from the Chance's list
Before the Perishing!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Bustle In A House
- Did You Ever Stand In A Cavern's Mouth
- As Children Bid The Guest "Good Night"
- Fame Of Myself, To Justify
- I Gave Myself To Him