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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I’Ve Heard an Organ Talk, Sometimes

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I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes
In a Cathedral Aisle,
And understood no word it said—
Yet held my breath, the while—
 
And risen up—and gone away,
A more Berdardine Girl—
Yet—know not what was done to me
In that old Chapel Aisle.

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