Emily Dickinson

Not with a club, the Heart is broken

Not with a club, the Heart is broken, Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see it, I’ve known To lash the magic creature Till it fell, Yet that whip’s name too noble Then to tell. Magnanimous of bird By boy descried, To sing unto the stone Of which it died. Next: The Only News I know

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