Author Emily Dickinson 770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus Is numb—and Vitalless— As 'twere a Spur—upon the Soul— A Fear will urge it where To go without the Sceptre's aid Were Challenging Despair. Tags despair fear 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