It sounded as if the Streets were running

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.

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American poet known for her unconventional use of form and syntax. Most of her work was published posthumously.

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