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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 276 of 446 · Second Series: Time and Eternity

Void

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Great streets of silence led away To neighborhoods of pause; Here was no notice, no dissent, No universe, no laws.

By clocks 't was morning, and for night The bells at distance called; But epoch had no basis here, For period exhaled.

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