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 attracts no further
Than it resists — the Hound —

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem This Merit hath the worst —

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