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.
Its Hour with itself
Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem Its Hour with itself
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