| Twelve Poems of Emily Dickinson: I've heard an organ talk |
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| I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes |
| In a Cathedral Aisle |
| And understood no word it said — |
| Yet held my breath, the while — |
| And risen up — and gone away |
| A more Bernardine Girl — |
| And — know not what was done to me |
| In that old Chapel Aisle |
