Sweet hours have perished here;
This is a mighty room;
Within its precincts hopes have played, —
Now shadows in the tomb.

1 Comment

  1. ejpoeta says:

    I have been looking for this poem for some time. I used to have a book where I had all my favorites saved from a class i was taking, and lost it in the fire. I knew this was from Emily Dickinson, but had trouble finding it the book my husband gave me for Christmas. Now I have it again! Thank you, thank you thank you!!

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