Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
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| IT sounded as if the streets were running, | |
| And then the streets stood still. | |
| Eclipse was all we could see at the window, | |
| And awe was all we could feel. | |
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| By and by the boldest stole out of his covert, | 5 |
| To see if time was there. | |
| Nature was in her beryl apron, | |
| Mixing fresher air. | |
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