396 <br /> <br />There is a Languor of the Life <br />More imminent than Pain— <br />'Tis Pain's Successor—When the Soul <br />Has suffered all it can— <br /> <br />A Drowsiness—diffuses— <br />A Dimness like a Fog <br />Envelops Consciousness— <br />As Mists—obliterate a Crag. <br /> <br />The Surgeon—does not blanch—at pain <br />His Habit—is severe— <br />But tell him that it ceased to feel— <br />The Creature lying there— <br /> <br />And he will tell you—skill is late— <br />A Mightier than He— <br />Has ministered before Him— <br />There's no Vitality.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-languor-of-the-life/
