Upon the gallows hung a wretch
Emily Dickinson
1757 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. “’Twere all I had,” she stricken gasped— Oh, what a livid boon!
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