Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Void

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. 

1. This Merit Hath the Worst
2. Contrast
3. The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized
4. In Lands I Never Saw, They Say
5. He Put the Belt around My Life

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