Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Mystery of Pain

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.

1. A Service of Song
2. Love’s Baptism
3. Rouge et Noir
4. Rouge Gagne
5. The Heart Asks Pleasure First

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