Emily Dickinson - 372, After great pain, a formal feeling comes lyrics

After great pain, a formal feeling comes –[1A] The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,' And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before'?[4A] The Feet[5A], mechanical, go round – A Wooden way Of Ground, or Air, or Aught –[7A] Regardless grown,[8A] A Quartz contentment, like a stone –[9A] This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived,[11A] As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –[13A]