243 <br /> <br />I've known a Heaven, like a Tent— <br />To wrap its shining Yards— <br />Pluck up its stakes, and disappear— <br />Without the sound of Boards <br />Or Rip of Nail—Or Carpenter— <br />But just the miles of Stare— <br />That signalize a Show's Retreat— <br />In North America— <br /> <br />No Trace—no Figment of the Thing <br />That dazzled, Yesterday, <br />No Ring—no Marvel— <br />Men, and Feats— <br />Dissolved as utterly— <br />As Bird's far Navigation <br />Discloses just a Hue— <br />A plash of Oars, a Gaiety— <br />Then swallowed up, of View.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ve-known-a-heaven-like-a-tent/
