599 <br /> <br />There is a pain—so utter— <br />It swallows substance up— <br />Then covers the Abyss with Trance— <br />So Memory can step <br />Around—across—upon it— <br />As one within a Swoon— <br />Goes safely—where an open eye— <br />Would drop Him—Bone by Bone.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-pain-so-utter/
