POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON
VI
IF I can stop one heart from breaking,I shall not live in vain;If I can ease one life the aching,Or cool one pain,Or help one fainting robinUnto his nest again,I shall not live in vain
VII
WITHIN my reach!I could have touched!I might have chanced that way!Soft sauntered through the village,Sauntered as soft away!So unsuspected violetsWithin the fields lie low,Too late for striving fingersThat passed, an hour ago.
VIII
A WOUNDED deer leaps highest,I’ve heard the hunter tell;’T is but the ecstasy of death,And then the brake is still.
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