Remorse

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Title:     Remorse
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir, --
A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.

It's past set down before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless, -- the disease
Not even God can heal;
For 't is his institution, --
The complement of hell.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: Remorse

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