Emily Dickinson

I Rose because He Sank

poem 616

I rose because He sank I thought it would be opposite But when his power dropped My Soul grew straight. I cheered my fainting Prince I sang firm even Chants I helped his Film with Hymn And when the Dews drew off That held his Forehead stiff I met him Balm to Balm I told him Best must pass Through this low Arch of Flesh No Casque so brave It spurn the Grave I told him Worlds I knew Where Emperors grew Who recollected us If we were true And so with Thews of Hymn And Sinew from within And ways I knew not that I knew till then I lifted Him

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