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1278 The Mountains stood in Haze— The Valleys stopped below And went or waited as they liked The River and the Sky. At leisure was the Sun— His interests of Fire A little from remark withdrawn— The Twilight spoke the Spire, So soft upon the Scene The Act of evening fell We felt how neighborly a Thing Was the Invisible.
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The Mountains stood in Haze—
1278 The Mountains stood in Haze— The Valleys stopped below And went or waited as they liked The River and the Sky. At leisure was the Sun— His interests of Fire A little from remark withdrawn— The Twilight spoke the Spire, So soft upon the Scene The Act of evening fell We felt how neighborly a Thing Was the Invisible.
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American