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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Five: The Single Hound

CXXXVIII

SAFE Despair it is that raves,

Agony is frugal,

Puts itself severe away

For its own perusal.

Garrisoned no Soul can be

In the front of Trouble,

Love is one, not aggregate,

Nor is Dying double.