Its Hour with itself
Read 'Its Hour with itself' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Its Hour with itself
The Spirit never shows.
What Terror would enthrall the Street
Could Countenance disclose
The Subterranean Freight
The Cellars of the Soul --
Thank God the loudest Place he made
Is license to be still.
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