Not with a club, the Heart is broken,
Nor with a stone;
A whip, so small you could not see it,
I’ve known
To lash the Magic Creature
Till it fell,
Yet that Whip’s Name
too noble then to tell.
– Emily Dickinson from 1304
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Not with a club, the Heart is broken,
Nor with a stone;
A whip, so small you could not see it,
I’ve known
To lash the Magic Creature
Till it fell,
Yet that Whip’s Name
too noble then to tell.
– Emily Dickinson from 1304