Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
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| I SING to use the waiting, | |
| My bonnet but to tie, | |
| And shut the door unto my house; | |
| No more to do have I, | |
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| Till, his best step approaching, | 5 |
| We journey to the day, | |
| And tell each other how we sang | |
| To keep the dark away. | |
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