from ms. dickinson
an poem:
To My Small Hearth His fire came -
And all My House a'glow
Did fan and rock, with sudden light -
'Twas Sunrise - 'twas Sky -
Impanelled from no Summer brief -
With limit of Decay -
'Twas Noon - without the News of Night -
Nay, Nature, it was Day -
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