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'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,
That nearer, every Day,
Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel
Until the Agony
Toyed coolly with the final inch
Of your delirious Hem-
And you dropt, lost,
When something broke-
And let you from a Dream-
As if a Goblin with a Gauge-
Kept measuring the Hours-
Until you felt your Second
Weigh, helpless, in his Paws-
And not a Sinew-stirred-could help,
And sense was setting numb-
When God-remembered-and the Fiend
Let go, then, Overcome-
As if your Sentence stood-pronounced-
And you were frozen led
From Dungeon's luxury of Doubt
To Gibbets, and the Dead-
And when the Film had stitched your eyes
A Creature gasped “Reprieve”!
Which Anguish was the utterest-then-
To perish, or to live?
Twas Like A Maelstrom, With A Notch
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: dream, god, lost, sense, doubt, frozen, creature, live, final, perish, Valentine's Day, wheel, dungeon, anguish, sentence, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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