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The Morning after Woe-
'Tis frequently the Way-
Surpasses all that rose before-
For utter Jubilee-
As Nature did not care-
And piled her Blossoms on-
And further to parade a Joy
Her Victim stared upon-
The Birds declaim their Tunes-
Pronouncing every word
Like Hammers-Did they know they fell
Like Litanies of Lead-
On here and there-a creature-
They'd modify the Glee
To fit some Crucifixal Clef-
Some Key of Calvary-
The Morning After Woe
Emily Dickinson
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