Emily Dickinson - One day is there of the series lyrics

One day is there of the series Termed "Thanksgiving Day" Celebrated part at table Part in memory - Neither Ancestor nor Urchin I review the Play - Seems it to my Hooded thinking Reflex Holiday Had There been no sharp subtraction From the early Sum - Not an acre or a Caption Where was once a Room Not a mention whose small Pebble Wrinkled any Sea Unto such, were such Assembly 'Twere "Thanksgiving day" -