Sweet hours have perished here;
This is a mighty room;
Within its precincts hopes have played, —
Now shadows in the tomb.
Sweet Hours Have Perished Here;, By: Emily Dickinson
We honor great poets. We honor great poetry.
We honor great poets. We honor great poetry.
Sweet hours have perished here;
This is a mighty room;
Within its precincts hopes have played, —
Now shadows in the tomb.