Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
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| THERE S something quieter than sleep | |
| Within this inner room! | |
| It wears a sprig upon its breast, | |
| And will not tell its name. | |
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| Some touch it and some kiss it, | 5 |
| Some chafe its idle hand; | |
| It has a simple gravity | |
| I do not understand! | |
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| While simple-hearted neighbors | |
| Chat of the early dead, | 10 |
| We, prone to periphrasis, | |
| Remark that birds have fled! | |
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