708 <br /> <br />I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— <br />The Thought to be alive— <br />Anonymous Delight to know— <br />And Madder—to conceive— <br /> <br />Consoles a Woe so monstrous <br />That did it tear all Day, <br />Without an instant's Respite— <br />'Twould look too far—to Die—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-sometimes-drop-it-for-a-quick/
