Emily Dickinson: Remorse is memory awake

Remorse is memory awake,

Her companies astir,—

A presence of departed acts

At window and at door.

  
Its past set down before the soul,
        
And lighted with a match,

Perusal to facilitate

Of its condensed despatch.

  
Remorse is cureless,—the disease

Not even God can heal;
        
For ’t is His institution,—

The complement of hell.

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