The Single Hound: Poems of a Lifetime by Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi

Peril as a Possession

PERIL as a possession 'Tis good to bear, Danger disintegrates satiety; There's Basis there Begets an awe, That searches Human Nature's creases As clean as Fire.

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