Explore "Not with a Club the Heart is Broken" by Emily Dickinson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Not with a club the heart is broken, / Nor with a stone; / A whip, so small you could not see it.
I've known
To lash the magic creature / Till it fell, / Yet that whip's name too noble / Then to tell.
Magnanimous of bird / By boy descried, / To sing unto the stone / Of which it died.