There’s Something Quieter Than Sleep, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

There’s Something Quieter Than Sleep

There’s something quieter than sleep

Within this inner room!

It wears a sprig upon its breast—

And will not tell its name.

Some touch it, and some kiss it—

Some chafe its idle hand—

It has a simple gravity

I do not understand!

I would not weep if I were they—

How rude in one to sob!

Might scare the quiet fairy

Back to her native wood!

While simple-hearted neighbors

Chat of the “Early dead”—

We—prone to periphrasis

Remark that Birds have fled!

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