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Its Hour with itself

Its Hour with itself by Emily Dickinson

 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.

Form: Free verse

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