At half-past three a single bird

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At half-past three a single bird
Unto a silent sky
Propounded but a single term
Of cautious melody.

At half-past four, experiment
Had subjugated test,
And lo! her silver principle
Supplanted all the rest.

At half-past seven, element
Nor implement was seen,
And place was where the presence was,
Circumference between.

More poems by Emily Dickinson

THE difference between despair / And fear, is like the one

After a hundred years / Nobody knows the place, --

Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul,

He ate and drank the precious words, / His spirit grew robust;