It sounded as if the Streets were running - Poem by Emily Dickinson

It sounded as if the Streets were running
And then - the Streets stood still - 
Eclipse - was all we could see at the Window
And Awe - was all we could feel.


By and by - the boldest stole out of his Covert
To see if Time was there - 
Nature was in an Opal Apron,
Mixing fresher Air.