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Give little Anguish—
Lives will fret—
Give Avalanches—
And they'll slant—
Straighten—look cautious for their Breath—
But make no syllable—like Death—
Who only shows the Marble Disc—
Sublimer sort—than Speech—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Nature The Gentlest Mother Is
- You Know That Portrait In The Moon
- To Lose One's Faith&Mdash;Surpass
- Is It True, Dear Sue?
- I Cannot Live With You (No. 640)