Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Pain

PAIN--has an Element of Blank--
It cannot recollect
When it begun--or if there were
A time when it was not--

It has no Future--but itself--
Its Infinite Contain
Its Past--enlightened to perceive
New Periods--of Pain. 

1. Going
2. Who Robbed the Woods
3. Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not
4. If I Should Die
5. Lay This Laurel on the One

Sara Teasdale Pain ("Waves are the sea's white daughters")

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