Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Suspense

Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest room,
If in that room a friend await
Felicity or doom.

What fortitude the soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door!

1. Is Heaven a Physician?
2. A Poor Torn Heart, a Tattered Heart
3. Delight Becomes Pictorial
4. A Thought Went up My Mind To-day
5. Too Much

Thomas Hardy Suspense ("A clamminess hangs over all like a clout")

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