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One Anguish in a Crowd

One Anguish in a Crowd

One Anguish in a Crowd
A Minor thing it sounds
And yet, unto the single Doe
Attempted of the Hounds

‘Tis Terror as consummate
As Legions of Alarm
Did leap, full flanked, upon the Host
‘Tis Units make the Swarm

A Small Leech on the Vitals
The sliver, in the Lung
The Bung out of an Artery
Are scarce accounted Harms

Yet might by relation
To that Repealless thing
A Being impotent to end
When once it has begun



Poem One Anguish in a Crowd - Emily Dickinson