The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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It knew no Medicine -It was not Sickness - then - Nor any need of Surgery - And therefore - 'twas not Pain - It moved away the Cheeks -A Dimple at a time - And left the Profile - plainer - And in the place of Bloom It left the little Tint That never had a Name -You've seen it on a Cast'scheek face - Was Paradise - to blame - IfHer sweet Door - ajar momently ajar - Temerity - drew near - And sickened - ever afterwardForwhatsoe'er - Somewhat that it saw?