The Funfair over, the Showmen disassemble the attractions, the Fairground is quit
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I've known a Heaven, like a Tent -
To wrap its shining Yards -
Pluck up its stakes, and disappear -
Without the sound of Boards
Or Rip of Nail - or Carpenter -
But just the miles of Stare -
That signalize a Show's Retreat -
In North America -
No trace - no Figment of the Thing
That dazzled, Yesterday,
No Ring, no Marvel -
Men, and feats -
Dissolved as utterly -
As Birds' far Navigation
Discloses just a Hue -
A plash of Oars, a Gaiety -
Then swallowed up, of View.
~Emily Dickinson
I've known a Heaven, like a Tent -
To wrap its shining Yards -
Pluck up its stakes, and disappear -
Without the sound of Boards
Or Rip of Nail - or Carpenter -
But just the miles of Stare -
That signalize a Show's Retreat -
In North America -
No trace - no Figment of the Thing
That dazzled, Yesterday,
No Ring, no Marvel -
Men, and feats -
Dissolved as utterly -
As Birds' far Navigation
Discloses just a Hue -
A plash of Oars, a Gaiety -
Then swallowed up, of View.
~Emily Dickinson