'Tis so appalling...

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'Tis so appalling — it exhilarates

by Emily Dickinson

'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates —

So over Horror, it half Captivates —

The Soul stares after it, secure —

A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more —

To scan a Ghost, is faint —

But grappling, conquers it —

How easy, Torment, now —

Suspense kept sawing so —

The Truth, is Bald, and Cold —

But that will hold —

If any are not sure —

We show them — prayer —

But we, who know,

Stop hoping, now —

Looking at Death, is Dying —

Just let go the Breath —

And not the pillow at your Cheek

So Slumbereth —

Others, Can wrestle —

Yours, is done --

And so of Woe, bleak dreaded — come,

It sets the Fright at liberty —

And Terror's free —

Gay, Ghastly, Holiday!