Emily Dickinson

I thought the Train would never come

I thought the Train would never come – How slow the whistle sang – I don’t believe a peevish Bird So whimpered for the Spring – I taught my Heart a hundred times Precisely what to say – Provoking Lover, when you came Its Treatise flew away To hide my strategy too late To wiser be too soon – For miseries so halcyon The happiness atone –

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