Emily Dickinson

Bound A Trouble

poem 269

Bound a trouble And lives can bear it! Limit how deep a bleeding go! So many drops of vital scarlet Deal with the soul As with Algebra! Tell it the Ages to a cypher And it will ache contented on Sing&mdas h;at its pain as any Workman Notching the fall of the Even Sun!

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