Emily Dickinson

I Often Passed The Village

poem 51

I often passed the village When going home from school And wondered what they did there And why it was so still I did not know the year then In which my call would come Earlier, by the Dial, Than the rest have gone. It’s stiller than the sundown. It’s cooler than the dawn The Daisies dare to come here And birds can flutter down So when you are tired Or perplexed or cold Trust the loving promise Underneath the mould, Cry it’s I, take Dollie, And I will enfold!

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