Emily Dickinson

Severer Service Of Myself

poem 786

Severer Service of myself I hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind I worried Nature with my Wheels When Hers had ceased to run When she had put away Her Work My own had just begun. I strove to weary Brain and Bone To harass to fatigue The glittering Retinue of nerves Vitality to clog To some dull comfort Those obtain Who put a Head away They knew the Hair to And forget the color of the Day Affliction would not be appeased The Darkness braced as firm As all my stratagem had been The Midnight to confirm No Drug for Consciousness can be Alternative to die Is Nature’s only Pharmacy For Being’s Malady

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