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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

Emily Dickinson