After great pain, a formal feeling comes — The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs — The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round — Of Ground, or Air, or Ought — A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone — This is the Hour of Lead — Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow — First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go — . Emily Dickinson
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes— The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs—The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round– Of Ground, or Air, or Ought– A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone— This is the Hour of Lead– Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow– First – Chill – then Stupor– then the letting go In this quote by Robert Browning from "The Pied Piper of Hamelin," he describes a man who is dying from a severe wound in his leg. In order to ease his pain he tells the people in town that a good piper will come and play a tune that will make them happy. His hope is that when they hear the music they will forget that he is in pain and will start dancing with him.

Source: Selected Poems

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