poems from dickinson to catherine sweetser

Death's Waylaying not the sharpest
Of the thefts of Time -
There Marauds a sorer Robber,
Silence - is his name -
No Assault, nor any Menace
Doth betoken him.
But from Life's consummate Cluster -
He supplants the Balm.

thomas johnson's note on poem 1296 | index to dickinson/catherine sweetser poems

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