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This merit hath the worst, --
It cannot be again.
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her furthest stone,
The maimed may pause and breathe,
And glance securely round.
The deer invites no longer
Than it eludes the hound.
Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems E-Text contains the full text of Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems
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