The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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The first Day's Night had come -And grateful that a thing So terrible - had been endured - I told my Soul to sing - She said her strings were snapt -Her Bow - to atoms blown - And so to mend her - gave me work Until another Morn - And then - a Day as huge As Yesterdays in pairs,Unrolled it's horror in my face - Until it blocked my eyes - My Brain - begun to laugh - I mumbled - like a fool - And tho' 'tis Years ago - that Day -My Brain keeps giggling - still.And Something's odd - within - That person that I was - And this One - do not feel the same - Could it be Madness - this?