The mountains stood in haze,
The valleys stopped below,
And went or waited as they liked
The river and the sky.
At leisure was the sun.
His interests of fire
A little from remark withdrawn.
The twilight spoke the spire.
So soft upon the scene
The act of evening fell
We felt how neighborly a thing
Was the invisible.
~ Emily Dickinson
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