Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
LXIX
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| REMORSE is memory awake, | |
| Her companies astir, | |
| A presence of departed acts | |
| At window and at door. | |
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| Its past set down before the soul, | 5 |
| And lighted with a match, | |
| Perusal to facilitate | |
| Of its condensed despatch. | |
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| Remorse is cureless,the disease | |
| Not even God can heal; | 10 |
| For t is His institution, | |
| The complement of hell. | |
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