The Heart Asks Pleasure First, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Heart Asks Pleasure First

The heart asks pleasure first

And then, excuse from pain–

And then, those little anodynes

That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;

And then, if it should be

The will of its Inquisitor,

The liberty to die.

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