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.

(C) Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
06/30/2019


Best Poems of Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

• Dreams.
• Forbidden Fruit. Ii.
• The First Lesson.
• Remorse.
• In The Garden.
• The Grave My Little Cottage Is,
• Portraits Are To Daily Faces
• Morns Like These We Parted;
• "is Heaven A Physician?"
• My Rose.
• "new Feet Within My Garden Go,"
• The Sleeping Flowers.
• Why?
• The Balloon.
• Trying To Forget.
• The Moon.
• Bless God, He Went As Soldiers,
• Out Of The Morning.
• Dying.