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Lyric Poem · Peace

Remorse—is Memory—awake

by Emily Dickinson

Remorse — is Memory — awake —

Her Parties all astir —

A Presence of Departed Acts —

At window — and at Door —

Its Past — set down before the Soul

And lighted with a Match —

Perusal — to facilitate —

And help Belief to stretch —

Remorse is cureless — the Disease

Not even God — can heal —

For 'tis His institution — and

The Adequate of Hell —

This poem is in the public domain.

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