Ether Street

It was a quiet way

He asked if I was his

I made no answer of the Tongue

But answer of the Eyes

And then He bore me on

Before this mortal noise

With swiftness, as of Chariots

And distance, as of Wheels.

This World did drop away

As Acres from the feet

Of one that leaneth from Balloon

Upon an Ether street.

The Gulf behind was not,

The Continents were new

Eternity it was before

Eternity was due.

No Seasons were to us

It was not Night nor Morn

But Sunrise stopped upon the place

And fastened it in Dawn.

~ Emily Dickinson