Emily Dickinson

It sounded as if the Streets were running

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. By and by – the boldest stole out of his Covert To see if Time was there – Nature was in an Opal Apron, Mixing fresher Air.

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