Emily Dickinson — Upon The Gallows Hung A Wretch

Upon the gallows hung a wretch,    Too sullied for the hell To which the law entitled him.    As nature's curtain fell The one who bore him tottered in,    For this was woman's son. ''T was all I had,' she stricken gasped;    Oh, what a livid boon!


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