Life LXVII. a deed knocks first at thought,, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life LXVII. a deed knocks first at thought,

Part One: Life

LXVII

A DEED knocks first at thought,

And then it knocks at will.

That is the manufacturing spot,

And will at home and well.

It then goes out an act,

Or is entombed so still

That only to the ear of God

Its doom is audible.

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