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 It was a quiet way -- by Emily Dickinson 
						It was a quiet way --He asked if I was his --
 I made no answer of the Tongue
 But answer of the Eyes --
 And then He bore me on
 Before this mortal noise
 With swiftness, as of Chariots
 And distance, as of Wheels.
 This World did drop away
 As Acres from the feet
 Of one that leaneth from Balloon
 Upon an Ether street.
 The Gulf behind was not,
 The Continents were new --
 Eternity it was before
 Eternity was due.
 No Seasons were to us --
 It was not Night nor Morn --
 But Sunrise stopped upon the place
 And fastened it in Dawn.
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