Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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I lived on dread; to those who know
The stimulus there is
In danger, other impetus
Is numb and vital-less.

As 't were a spur upon the soul,
A fear will urge it where
To go without the spectre's aid
Were challenging despair.

1. If I Should Die
2. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar
3. Going
4. Precedence
5. Saved!

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