Where Bells No More Affright The Morn Poem by Emily Dickinson

Where Bells No More Affright The Morn

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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 OF THE POEM
* Sunprincess * 22 January 2016

..............an excellent write and most interesting ★ Oh could we climb where Moses stood, And view the Landscape o'er

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