This Merit hath the worst --
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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Emily Dickinson
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