Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
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| THOUGH I get home how late, how late! | |
| So I get home, ’t will compensate. | |
| Better will be the ecstasy | |
| That they have done expecting me, | |
| When, night descending, dumb and dark, | 5 |
| They hear my unexpected knock. | |
| Transporting must the moment be, | |
| Brewed from decades of agony! | |
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| To think just how the fire will burn, | |
| Just how long-cheated eyes will turn | 10 |
| To wonder what myself will say, | |
| And what itself will say to me, | |
| Beguiles the centuries of way! | |
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