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The first Day´s Night had come-
And grateful that a thing
So terrible -had been endured-
I told my Soul to sing-
She said her Strings were snapt-
Her Bow- to Atoms blown-
And so to mend her -gave me work
Until another Morn-
And then -a Day as huge
As yesterdays in pairs,
Unrolled it´s horror in my face-
Until it blocked my eyes-
My Brain -begun to laugh-
I mumbled -like a fool-
An tho´`tis Years ago -that Day-
My Brain keeps giggling -still.
And Something´s odd -within-
That person that I was-
And this One- do not feel the same-
Could it be Madness- this?
E. Dickinson.