Death’s Waylaying not the sharpest
Of the thefts of Time —
There Marauds a sorer Robber,
Silence — is his name —
No Assault, nor any Menace
Doth betoken him.
But from Life’s consummate Cluster —
He supplants the Balm.
(Emily Dickinson)
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