Emily Dickinson: Fascicle 16

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Poem 6 (J 281: 1861/1935)

1:
'Tis so appalling—it Exhilarates
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
2:
So over Horror, VAR 1: it half Captivates—VAR 2: it dumb fascinates—
So over Horror, it half Captivates—
3:
The Soul stares after it, secure—
The Soul stares after it, secure—
4:
VAR 1: To know the worst, leaves no dread more—VAR 2: A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more—
A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more—
5:
To scan a Ghost, is faint—
To scan a Ghost, is faint—
6:
But grappling, Conquers it—
But grappling, conquers it—
7:
How easy, Torment, now—
How easy, Torment, now—
8:
Suspense kept sawing so—
Suspense kept sawing so—
9:
The Truth, is Bald and Cold—
The Truth, is Bald , and Cold—
10:
But that will hold—
But that will hold—
11:
If any are not sure—
If any are not sure—
12:
We show them—prayer—
We show them—prayer—
13:
But we, who know,
But we, who know,
14:
Stop hoping, now—
Stop hoping, now—
15:
Looking at Death, is Dying—
Looking at Death, is Dying—
16:
Just let go the Breath—
Just let go the Breath—
17:
And not the pillow at your Cheek
And not the pillow at your Cheek
18:
So Slumbereth—
So Slumbereth—
19:
Others, Can wrestle—
Others, Can wrestle—
20:
Yours, is done—
Yours, is done—
21:
And so of Wo , bleak dreaded— Come ,
And so of Woe , bleak dreaded— come ,
22:
It sets the Fright at liberty—
It sets the Fright at liberty—
23:
And Terror's free—
And Terror's free—
24:
Gay, Ghastly, Holiday!
Gay, Ghastly, Holiday!
So over Horror, it half Captivates— To know the worst, leaves no dread more— But grappling, conquers it— How easy Torment, now— So over Horror, it dumb fascinates— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more—
Original Dickinson: So over Horror, it half Captivates— OR So over Horror, it dumb fascinates— Original Dickinson: To know the worst, leaves no dread more— OR A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more— Original Dickinson: But grappling, conquers it— Original Dickinson: How easy Torment, now—