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979 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, And glance securely round— The Deer attracts no further Than it resists—the Hound—
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This Merit hath the worst
979 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, And glance securely round— The Deer attracts no further Than it resists—the Hound—
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American