poems sent from dickinson to higginson

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.

thomas johnson's note on poem 1397 | index to dickinson poems sent to higginson

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