744 <br /> <br />Remorse—is Memory—awake— <br />Her Parties all astir— <br />A Presence of Departed Acts— <br />At window—and at Door— <br /> <br />Its Past—set down before the Soul <br />And lighted with a Match— <br />Perusal—to facilitate— <br />And help Belief to stretch— <br /> <br />Remorse is cureless—the Disease <br />Not even God—can heal— <br />For 'tis His institution—and <br />The Adequate of Hell—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remorse-mdash-is-memory-mdash-awake/
