559 <br /> <br />It knew no Medicine— <br />It was not Sickness—then— <br />Nor any need of Surgery— <br />And therefore—'twas not Pain— <br /> <br />It moved away the Cheeks— <br />A Dimple at a time— <br />And left the Profile—plainer— <br />And in the place of Bloom <br /> <br />It left the little Tint <br />That never had a Name— <br />You've seen it on a Cast's face— <br />Was Paradise—to blame— <br /> <br />If momently ajar— <br />Temerity—drew near— <br />And sickened—ever afterward <br />For Somewhat that it saw?<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-knew-no-medicine/
