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Its Hour with itself

Its Hour with itself
The Spirit never shows.
What Terror would enthrall the Street
Could Countenance disclose

The Subterranean Freight
The Cellars of the Soul
Thank God the loudest Place he made
Is license to be still.


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Poem Its Hour with itself - Emily Dickinson