979 <br /> <br />This Merit hath the worst— <br />It cannot be again— <br />When Fate hath taunted last <br />And thrown Her furthest Stone— <br /> <br />The Maimed may pause, and breathe, <br />And glance securely round— <br />The Deer attracts no further <br />Than it resists—the Hound—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-merit-hath-the-worst/
