Fascicle 16: Dickinson's variants and published versions
1606
ORIGINAL POEMSEmily DickinsonFinal Harvest: Emily Dickinson's PoemsEmily DickinsonThomas H. JohnsonBostonLittle, Brown & Company1961
Poem 6 (J 281: 1861/1935)
'Tis so appalling—it
Exhilarates—exhilarates—
So over Horror,
it dumb fascinates—it half Captivates—The Soul stares after it, secure—To know the worst, leaves no dread more—A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more—To scan a Ghost, is faint—
But grappling,
Conquersconquers
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 CheekSo Slumbereth—Others, Can wrestle—Yours, is done—
And so of
WoWoe
, bleak dreaded—
Comecome
,
It sets the Fright at liberty—And Terror's free—Gay, Ghastly, Holiday!