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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Twas warm—at first—like Us</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">519</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Twas warm—at first—like Us—<br>Until there crept upon<br>A Chill—like frost upon a Glass—<br>Till all the scene—be gone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Forehead copied Stone—<br>The Fingers grew too cold<br>To ache—and like a Skater's Brook—<br>The busy eyes—congealed—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It straightened—that was all—<br>It crowded Cold to Cold—<br>It multiplied indifference—<br>As Pride were all it could—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And even when with Cords—<br>'Twas lowered, like a Weight—<br>It made no Signal, nor demurred,<br>But dropped like Adamant.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a></strong></div>

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