Emily Dickinson - Thanksgiving Day lyrics

One day is there of the series Termed Thanksgiving day, Celebrated part at table, Part in memory. Neither patriarch nor p**y, I dissect 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 bay, — Unto such, were such a**embly, 'T were Thanksgiving day.