It has no Future -- but itself --
Its Infinite contain
Its Past -- enlightened to perceive
New Periods -- of Pain.
It has no Future -- but itself --
Its Infinite contain
Its Past -- enlightened to perceive
New Periods -- of Pain.
Pain has an element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun or if there were A time when it was not....
The heart asks pleasure first, and then excuse from pain, and then those little anodynes that deaden suffering
How well I knew Her not
Whom not to know has been
A Bounty in prospective, now
Next Door to mine the Pain.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Pain is the Junior Party
By just a Second's right --
Death tenderly assists Him
And then absconds from Sight.
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