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Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete By Emily Dickinson Characters: 388

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03


A wounded deer leaps highest,

I've heard the hunter tell;

'T is but the ecstasy of death,

And then the brake is still.

The smitten rock that gushes,

The trampled steel that spring

s;

A cheek is always redder

Just where the hectic stings!

Mirth is the mail of anguish,

In which it cautions arm,

Lest anybody spy the blood

And "You're hurt" exclaim!

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