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Poemsby Emily Dickinson

XV
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XVI

Not with a club the heart is broken,
    Nor with a stone;
A whip, so small you could not see it.
    I've known
To lash the magic creature
    Till it fell,
Yet that whip's name too noble
    Then to tell.
Magnanimous of bird
    By boy descried,
To sing unto the stone
    Of which it died.