Sleeping (Poem by Emily Dickinson)

Emily Dickinson

Sleeping
By Emily Dickinson


A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
    That makes no show for dawn
By stretch of limb or stir of lid, — 
    An independent one.

Was ever idleness like this?
    Within a hut of stone
To bask the centuries away
    Nor once look up for noon?

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