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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.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Notice that is called the Spring
- How Human Nature dotes
- These Tested Our Horizon
- My Best Acquaintances Are Those
- When Katie Walks, This Simple Pair Accompany Her Side