Dead.
There's something quieter than sleep Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast, And will not tell its name. Some touch it and some kiss it, Some chafe its idle hand; It has a simple gravity I do not understand! While simple-hearted neighbors Chat of the 'early dead,' We, prone to periphrasis, Remark that birds have fled!
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"There's something quieter than sleep..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Emily Elizabeth Dickinson delivers a powerful performance in "Dead."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...