462 br br Why make it doubt—it hurts it so— br So sick—to guess— br So strong—to know— br So brave—upon its little Bed br To tell the very last They said br Unto Itself—and smile—And shake— br For that dear—distant—dangerous—Sake— br But—the Instead—the Pinching fear br That Something—it did do—or dare— br Offend the Vision—and it flee— br And They no more remember me— br Nor ever turn to tell me why— br Oh, Master, This is Misery—br br Emily Dickinsonbr br