Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

This Merit Hath The Worst - Poem by Emily Dickinson


This Merit hath the worst—
It cannot be again—
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown Her furthest Stone—

The Maimed may pause, and breathe,
And glance securely round—
The Deer attracts no further
Than it resists—the Hound—

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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