Emily Dickinson - Bound—a trouble (269) lyrics

Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet— Deal with the soul As with Algebra! Tell it the Ages—to a cypher— And it will ache—contented—on— Sing&mdas h;at its pain—as any Workman— Notching the fall of the Even Sun!