Poems, Third Series
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LVII.
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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Chicago:
Emily Dickinson, "LVII.," Poems, Third Series Original Sources, accessed November 1, 2026, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=LA2N8N3CQMGSDVF.
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Dickinson, Emily. "LVII." Poems, Third Series, Original Sources. 1 Nov. 2026. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=LA2N8N3CQMGSDVF.
Harvard:
Dickinson, E, 'LVII.' in Poems, Third Series. Original Sources, retrieved 1 November 2026, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=LA2N8N3CQMGSDVF.