Author Emily Dickinson The difference between DespairAnd Fear—is like the OneBetween the instant of a Wreck—And when the Wreck has been—The Mind is smooth—no Motion—Contented as the EyeUpon the Forehead of a Bust—That knows—it cannot see— Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments