Emily Dickinson Poem

I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes ⛪

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I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes
In a Cathedral Aisle,
And understood no word it said—
Yet held my breath, the while—

And risen up—and gone away,
A more Berdardine Girl—
Yet—know not what was done to me
In that old Chapel Aisle.

I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
I'm the little

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