One Anguish -- in a Crowd --
A Minor thing -- it sounds --
And yet, unto the single Doe
Attempted of the Hounds

'Tis Terror as consummate
As Legions of Alarm
Did leap, full flanked, upon the Host --
'Tis Units -- make the Swarm --

A Small Leech -- on the Vitals --
The sliver, in the Lung --
The Bung out -- of an Artery --
Are scarce accounted -- Harms --

Yet might -- by relation
To that Repealless thing --
A Being -- impotent to end --
When once it has begun --

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Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 565. One Anguish -- in a Crowd --
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955
Poem of the Day: Sep 19 2007
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