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                    It was not death, for I stood up,
 And all the Dead, lie down -
 It was not night, for all the Bells
 Put out their TonguesTongues The clappers inside of the bells, for Noon.
 It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
 I felt SiroccosSiroccos Hot winds. The Emily Dickinson Lexicon includes definitions from the American Dictionary of the english Language (1844): “A pernicious wind that blows from the south-east in Italy, called the Syrian wind. It is said to resemble the steam from the mouth of an oven.” - crawl -
 Nor fire - for just my marble feet
 Could keep a Chancel,Chancel The section near the altar of a church cool -
 And yet, it tasted, like them all,
 The Figures I have seen
 Set orderly, for Burial
 Reminded me, of mine -
 As if my life were shaven,
 And fitted to a frame,
 And could not breathe without a key,
 And ’twas like Midnight, some -
 When everything that ticked - has stopped -
 And space stares - all around -
 Or Grisly frosts - first Autumn morns,
 Repeal the Beating Ground -
 But most, like Chaos - Stopless - cool -
 Without a Chance, or sparspar The top mast of a ship  -
 Or even a Report of Land -
 To justify - despair.


















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