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If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking…” Emily Dickinson If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, I Shall Not Live In Vain; If I Can Ease One Life The Aching, Or Cool One Pain, Or Help One Fainting Robin Unto His Nest Again, I Shall Not Live In Vain.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul.

We Dream — It Is Good We Are Dreaming — It Would Hurt Us — Were We Awake — But Since It Is Playing — Kill Us, And We Are Playing — Shriek — What Harm? Men Die — Externally — It Is A Truth — Of Blood — But We — Are Dying In Drama — And Drama — Is Never Dead — Cautious — We Jar Each Other — And Either — Open The Eyes — Lest The Phantasm — Prove The Mistake — And The Livid Surprise Cool Us To Shafts Of Granite — With Just An Age — And Name — And Perhaps A Phrase In Egyptian — It's Prudenter — To Dream —

She Died--this Was The Way She Died; And When Her Breath Was Done, Took Up Her Simple Wardrobe And Started For The Sun. Her Little Figure At The Gate The Angels Must Have Spied, Since I Could Never Find Her Upon The Mortal Side.

Find Ecstasy In Life; The Mere Sense Of Living Is Joy Enough.