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One Anguish-in a Crowd-
A Minor thing-it sounds-
And yet, unto the single Doe
Attempted of the Hounds
‘Tis Terror as consummate
As Legions of Alarm
Did leap, full flanked, upon the Host-
‘Tis Units-make the Swarm-
A Small Leech-on the Vitals-
The sliver, in the Lung-
The Bung out-of an Artery-
Are scarce accounted-Harms-
Yet might-by relation
To that Repealless thing-
A Being-impotent to end-
When once it has begun-
