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I lived on Dread—
To Those who know
The Stimulus there is
In Danger—Other impetus
Is numb—and Vitalless—
As 'twere a Spur—upon the Soul—
A Fear will urge it where
To go without the Sceptre's aid
Were Challenging Despair.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- They Dropped Like Flakes
- Yesterday Is History
- I Cautious, Scanned My Little Life
- I Meant To Have But Modest Needs
- The Way I Read A Letter's—this