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. Contrast
2. Ventures
3. Disenchantment
4. What Soft, Cherubic Creatures
5. Philosophy

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

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