519 <br /> <br />'Twas warm—at first—like Us— <br />Until there crept upon <br />A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— <br />Till all the scene—be gone. <br /> <br />The Forehead copied Stone— <br />The Fingers grew too cold <br />To ache—and like a Skater's Brook— <br />The busy eyes—congealed— <br /> <br />It straightened—that was all— <br />It crowded Cold to Cold— <br />It multiplied indifference— <br />As Pride were all it could— <br /> <br />And even when with Cords— <br />'Twas lowered, like a Weight— <br />It made no Signal, nor demurred, <br />But dropped like Adamant.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twas-warm-at-first-like-us/
