Emily Dickinson

I’Ve Heard An Organ Talk, Sometimes

poem 183

I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said Yet held my breath, the while And risen up and gone away, A more Berdardine Girl Yet know not what was done to me In that old Chapel Aisle.

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