Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Deed

A deed knocks first at thought,
And then it knocks at will.
That is the manufacturing spot,
And will at home and well.

It then goes out an act,
Or is entombed so still
That only to the ear of God
Its doom is audible.

1. Undue Significance a Starving Man Attaches
2. When I Hoped I Feared
3. Remorse
4. The Shelter
5. Our Own Possessions — Though Our Own

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