This Merit Hath the Worst, by Emily Dickinson

This Merit Hath the Worst

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This Merit hath the worst—

It cannot be again—

When Fate hath taunted last

And thrown Her furthest Stone—

The Maimed may pause, and breathe,

And glance securely round—

The Deer attracts no further

Than it resists—the Hound—

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434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,

The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.

971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty

911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—

Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit

Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…

203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…

20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.

I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -

The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,