Emily Dickinson

Bound — a trouble

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Bound — a trouble

269 Bound — a trouble — And lives can bear it! Limit — how deep a bleeding go! So — many — drops — of vital scarlet — Deal with the soul As with Algebra! Tell it the Ages — to a cypher — And it will ache — contented — on — Sing — at its pain — as any Workman — Notching the fall of the Even Sun!