Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

A Syllable

Could mortal lip divine
  The undeveloped freight
Of a delivered syllable,
  'T would crumble with the weight.

1. He Put the Belt around My Life
2. A Death-Blow Is a Life-Blow to Some
3. If Anybody's Friend Be Dead
4. If I Should Die
5. Precedence

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