The Whole of it came not at once -- by Emily Dickinson
The Whole of it came not at once -- 'Twas Murder by degrees -- A Thrust -- and then for Life a chance -- The Bliss to cauterize --
The Cat reprieves the Mouse She eases from her teeth Just long enough for Hope to tease -- Then mashes it to death --
'Tis Life's award -- to die -- Contenteder if once -- Than dying half -- then rallying For consciouser Eclipse --
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