Emily Dickinson

A Wife At Daybreak I Shall Be

poem 461

A Wife at daybreak I shall be Sunrise Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Bride Then Midnight, I have passed from thee Unto the East, and Victory Midnight Good Night! I hear them call, The Angels bustle in the Hall Softly my Future climbs the Stair, I fumble at my Childhood’s prayer So soon to be a Child no more Eternity, I’m coming Sire, Savior I’ve seen the face before!

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