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957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured— As One rewalks a Precipice And whittles at the Twig That held Him from Perdition Sown sidewise in the Crag A Custom of the Soul Far after suffering Identity to question For evidence’t has been—
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As One does Sickness over
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured— As One rewalks a Precipice And whittles at the Twig That held Him from Perdition Sown sidewise in the Crag A Custom of the Soul Far after suffering Identity to question For evidence’t has been—
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American