More Life -- went out -- when He went by Emily Dickinson
More Life -- went out -- when He went Than Ordinary Breath -- Lit with a finer Phosphor -- Requiring in the Quench --
A Power of Renowned Cold, The Climate of the Grave A Temperature just adequate So Anthracite, to live --
For some -- an Ampler Zero -- A Frost more needle keen Is necessary, to reduce The Ethiop within.
Others -- extinguish easier -- A Gnat's minutest Fan Sufficient to obliterate A Tract of Citizen --
Whose Peat lift -- amply vivid -- Ignores the solemn News That Popocatapel exists -- Or Etna's Scarlets, Choose --
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