786 <br /> <br />Severer Service of myself <br />I—hastened to demand <br />To fill the awful Vacuum <br />Your life had left behind— <br /> <br />I worried Nature with my Wheels <br />When Hers had ceased to run— <br />When she had put away Her Work <br />My own had just begun. <br /> <br />I strove to weary Brain and Bone— <br />To harass to fatigue <br />The glittering Retinue of nerves— <br />Vitality to clog <br /> <br />To some dull comfort Those obtain <br />Who put a Head away <br />They knew the Hair to— <br />And forget the color of the Day— <br /> <br />Affliction would not be appeased— <br />The Darkness braced as firm <br />As all my stratagem had been <br />The Midnight to confirm— <br /> <br />No Drug for Consciousness—can be— <br />Alternative to die <br />Is Nature's only Pharmacy <br />For Being's Malady—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/severer-service-of-myself/
