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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 444 of 446 · Third Series: Time and Eternity

Sleeping

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A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By stretch of limb or stir of lid, -- An independent one.

Was ever idleness like this? Within a hut of stone To bask the centuries away Nor once look up for noon?

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