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stanza;
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  Then chase itself down hill
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  And neigh like Boanerges;
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  Then, punctual as a star,
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  Stop—docile and omnipotent—
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  At its own stable door.
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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Edited by Two of Her Friends, Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson.
Second Series. Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1892.
    [ The Mystery of Pain] (c. 1862)
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  Pain has an element of blank;
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  It cannot recollect
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  When it began, or if there were
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  A day when it was not.
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  It has no future but itself,
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  Its infinite realms contain
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  Its past, enlightened to perceive
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  New periods of pain.
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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Edited by Two of Her Friends, Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson.
Second Series. Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1892.
    [ A Thunder-storm] (c. 1864)
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  The wind begun to rock the grass
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  With threatening tunes and low,—
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  He flung a menace at the earth,
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  A menace at the sky.
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  And started all abroad;
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  The dust did scoop itself like hands
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  And throw away the road.
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  The wagons quickened on the streets,
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  The thunder hurried slow;
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  The lightning showed a yellow beak,
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  And then a livid claw.
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  The birds put up the bars to nests,
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  The cattle fled to barns;
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  There came one drop of giant rain,
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  And then, as if the hands
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  That held the dams had parted hold,
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  The waters wrecked the