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

Part One: Life

LXXV


THIS merit hath the worst,—
It cannot be again.
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her furthest stone,
  
The maimed may pause and breathe,        5
And glance securely round.
The deer invites no longer
Than it eludes the hound.

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