Emily Dickinson

There Came A Day At Summer’s Full

poem 322

There came a Day at Summer’s full, Entirely for me I thought that such were for the Saints, Where Resurrections be The Sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if no soul the solstice passed That maketh all things new The time was scarce profaned, by speech The symbol of a word Was needless, as at Sacrament, The Wardrobe of our Lord Each was to each The Sealed Church, Permitted to commune this time Lest we too awkward show At Supper of the Lamb. The Hours slid fast as Hours will, Clutched tight, by greedy hands So faces on two Decks, look back, Bound to opposing lands And so when all the time had leaked, Without external sound Each bound the Other’s Crucifix We gave no other Bond Sufficient troth, that we shall rise Deposed at length, the Grave To that new Marriage, Justified through Calvaries of Love

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