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The difference between Despair
And Fear—is like the One
Between the instant of a Wreck
And when the Wreck has been—
The Mind is smooth—no Motion—
Contented as the Eye
Upon the Forehead of a Bust—
That knows—it cannot see—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Me From Myself—to Banish
- Our Lives Are Swiss
- He Touched Me, So I Live To Know
- My Worthiness Is All My Doubt
- Remorse - Is Memory - Awake -