After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
After great pain, a formal feeling comes– The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Toombs– The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round– Of Ground, or Air, or Ought– A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone– This is the Hour of Lead– Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons recollect the Snow– First–Chill–then Stupor–then the letting go–
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