Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

1. Memorials
2. I Went to Heaven
3. Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not
4. There Is a Shame of Nobleness
5. Triumph

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