The Heart Asks Pleasure First

THE heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

First print Life IX, 9
Johnson 536 | Franklin 588

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Text compared with the fascicle and prepared for publication by Teresa Pelka, available under any of the following licenses:
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■→Poems, first print by Higginson and Todd, page 21;

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■Notes for Emily Dickinson’s poetry;
Poems one-by-one print and fascicle comparison,
■Resource for Emily Dickinson’s poetry;
■Google Drive, manuscript fascicles.

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