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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

I've known a Heaven, like a Tent

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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I've known a Heaven, like a Tent --To wrap its shining Yards --Pluck up its stakes, and disappear --Without the sound of BoardsOr Rip of Nail -- Or Carpenter --But just the miles of Stare --That signalize a Show's Retreat --In North America -- No Trace -- no Figment of the ThingThat dazzled, Yesterday,No Ring -- no Marvel --Men, and Feats --Dissolved as utterly --As Bird's far NavigationDiscloses just a Hue --A plash of Oars, a Gaiety --Then swallowed up, of View.