Emily Dickinson

'Twas warm - at first - like Us

519 'Twas warm — at first — like Us — Until there crept upon A Chill — like frost upon a Glass — Till all the scene — be gone. The Forehead copied Stone — The Fingers grew too cold To ache — and like a Skater's Brook — The busy eyes — congealed — It straightened — that was all — It crowded Cold to Cold — It multiplied indifference — As Pride were all it could — And even when with Cords — 'Twas lowered, like a Weight — It made no Signal, nor demurred, But dropped like Adamant.