Storm [It sounded as if the streets were running]

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Title:     Storm [It sounded as if the streets were running]
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

It sounded as if the streets were running,
And then the streets stood still.
Eclipse was all we could see at the window,
And awe was all we could feel.

By and by the boldest stole out of his covert,
To see if time was there.
Nature was in her beryl apron,
Mixing fresher air.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: Storm [It sounded as if the streets were running]

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