A deed knocks first at thought,
And then it knocks at will.
That is the manufacturing spot,
And will at home and well.
It then goes out an act,
- Or is entombed so still
That only to the ear of God
Its doom is audible.
- Emily Dickinson (1830–86), Poem LXVII, from Poems, in Part One: Life
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