Emily Dickinson — If any sink assure that this now standing

358 If any sink, assure that this, now standing Failed like Themselves—and conscious that it rose Grew by the Fact, and not the Understanding How Weakness passed—or Force—arose Tell that the Worst, is easy in a Moment Dread, but the Whizzing, before the Ball When the Ball enters, enters Silence Dying—annuls the power to kill