Death’s Waylaying not the sharpest
Of the thefts of Time –
There Marauds a sorer Robber,
Silence – is his name –
No Assault, nor any Menace
Doth betoken him.
But from Life’s consummate Cluster –
He supplants the Balm.
Source:Poem no. 1296: Death's Waylaying not the sharpest; in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (ed. Little, Brown & Co., 1960), Page 565
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