"After Great Pain A Formal Feeling comes" by Emily Dickenson.

After Great Pain A Formal Feeling Comes
After great pain a formal feeling comes--
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?
The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.
This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow--
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.
Line-By-Line Interpatation
Line 1- A great pain is a formal feeling. This can relate to a funeral.
Line 2- Never sit still ar…