Remorse – Is Memory – Awake –

By Emily Dickinson

REMORSE is memory awake,
Her companies astir,—
A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.

Its past set down before the soul, 5
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless,—the disease
Not even God can heal; 10
For ’t is His institution,—
The complement of hell.