Continuation of "I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know" By Emily Dickinson

I lived on dread; to those who know         

The stimulus there is

In danger, other impetus

Is numb and vital-less.                     

As ‘t were a spur upon the soul,

A fear will urge it where

To go without the spectre’s aid

Were challenging despair.

Before horizons, ‘tween beyond

And paths whence I had trod

Unwittingly, and never knew

A more omniscient God.

Still singed and cloaked, a casket

Has glibber a veneer

A pauper’s grave, vapidity,

To live and die in fear!