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| 'Twas the old -- road -- through pain --
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| Written by: | Emily Dickinson (other works)
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| Poem #: | 344
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| Language: | English
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| Type: | Poetry
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| Preceded by: | My Reward for Being, was This. -343-
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| Succeeded by: | Funny -- to be a Century -- -345-
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'Twas the old -- road -- through pain --
That unfrequented -- one --
With many a turn -- and thorn --
That stops -- at Heaven --
This -- was the Town -- she passed --
There -- where she -- rested -- last --
Then -- stepped more fast --
The little tracks -- close prest --
Then -- not so swift --
Slow -- slow -- as feet did weary -- grow --
Then -- stopped -- no other track!
Wait! Look! Her little Book --
The leaf -- at love -- turned back --
Her very Hat --
And this worn shoe just fits the track --
Herself -- though -- fled!
Another bed -- a short one --
Women make -- tonight --
In Chambers bright --
Too out of sight -- though --
For our hoarse Good Night --
To touch her Head!
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