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It sounded as if the streets were running

by Emily Dickinson, 1891

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 her beryl apron,
Mixing fresher air.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Second Series
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