Emily Dickinson - 259 (287) lyrics

A Clocked stopped - Not the Mantel's - Geneva's farthest sk** Cant put the puppet bowing - That just now dangled still - An awe come on the Trinket! The Figures hunched - with pain - Then quivered out of Decimals - Into Degreless noon - It will not stir for Doctor's - This Pendulum of snow - The Shopman importunates it - While cool - concernless No - Nods from the Gilded pointers - Nods from the Second slim - Decades of Arrogance between The Dial life - And Him -