There is a Zone whose even Years
No Solstice interrupt —
Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon
Whose perfect Seasons wait —
Whose Summer set in Summer, till
The Centuries of June
And Centuries of August cease
And Consciousness — is Noon.
There is a Zone whose even Years
Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem There is a Zone whose even Years
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