Poems — First Series by Emily Dickinson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Mabel Loomis Todd

Pain Has an Element of Blank

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself, Its infinite realms contain Its past, enlightened to perceive New periods of pain.

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