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‘Twas the old road through pain

‘Twas the old road through pain

‘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!



Poem ‘Twas the old road through pain - Emily Dickinson