'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates—

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'Tis so appalling — it exhilarates — (1935)
by Emily Dickinson
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5336'Tis so appalling — it exhilarates — — 281Emily Dickinson

'Tis so appalling — it exhilarates —
So over Horror, it half Captivates —
The Soul stares after it, secure —
A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more —

To scan a Ghost, is faint —
But grappling, conquers it —
How easy, Torment, now —
Suspense kept sawing so —

The Truth, is Bald, and Cold —
But that will hold —
If any are not sure —
We show them — prayer —
But we, who know,
Stop hoping, now —

Looking at Death, is Dying —
Just let go the Breath —
And not the pillow at your Cheek
So Slumbereth —

Others, Can wrestle —
Yours, is done —
And so of Woe, bleak dreaded — come,
It sets the Fright at liberty —
And Terror's free —
Gay, Ghastly, Holiday!


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This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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