Emily Dickinson - There is a Languor of the Life lyrics

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain 'Tis Pain's Successor—When the Soul Has suffered all it can A Drowsiness—diffuses A Dimness like a Fog Envelops Consciousness As Mists—obliterate a Crag The Surgeon—does not blanch—at pain His Habit—is severe But tell him that it ceased to feel The Creature lying there And he will tell you—sk** is late A Mightier than He Has ministered before Him There's no Vitality