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Suspense—is Hostiler than Death—
Death—tho'soever Broad,
Is Just Death, and cannot increase—
Suspense—does not conclude—
But perishes—to live anew—
But just anew to die—
Annihilation—plated fresh
With Immortality—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- As Frost Is Best Conceived
- It Struck Me Every Day
- Doom Is The House Without The Door
- Superfluous Were The Sun
- Elysium Is As Far As To