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| 'Twas warm -- at first -- like Us --
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| Written by: | Emily Dickinson (other works)
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| Poem #: | 519
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| Language: | English
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| Type: | Poetry
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| Preceded by: | Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night -518-
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| Succeeded by: | I started Early -- Took my Dog -- -520-
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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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