Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Where Bells No More Affright The Morn - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Where bells no more affright the morn—
Where scrabble never comes—
Where very nimble Gentlemen
Are forced to keep their rooms—

Where tired Children placid sleep
Thro' Centuries of noon
This place is Bliss—this town is Heaven—
Please, Pater, pretty soon!

"Oh could we climb where Moses stood,
And view the Landscape o'er"
Not Father's bells—nor Factories,
Could scare us any more!


Comments about Where Bells No More Affright The Morn by Emily Dickinson

  • (1/22/2016 10:14:00 PM)


    ..............an excellent write and most interesting ★
    Oh could we climb where Moses stood,
    And view the Landscape o'er
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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