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Emily Dickinson - `Twas warm — at first — like Us
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`Twas warm — at first — like Us —
Until there crept upon
A Chill — like frost upon a Glass —
Till all the scene — be gone.

The Forehead copied Stone —
The Fingers grew too cold
To ache — and like a Skater`s Brook —
The busy eyes — congealed —

It straightened — that was all —
It crowded Cold to Cold —
It multiplied indifference —
As Pride were all it could —

And even when with Cords —
`Twas lowered, like a Weight —
It made no Signal, nor demurred,
But dropped like Adamant.
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