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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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