Emily Dickinson



i dreaded that first robin so

I Dreaded that first robin so, but he is mastered now, and I ’m accustomed to him grown, he hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live till that first shout got by, not all pianos in the woods had power to mangle me. I dared not meet the daffodils, for fear their yellow gown would pierce me with a fashion so foreign to my own. I wished the grass would hurry, so when ’t was time to see, he ’d be too tall, the tallest one could stretch to look at me. I could not bear the bees should come, I wished they ’d stay away in those dim countries where they go: what word had they for me? They ’re here, though; Not a creature failed, no blossom stayed away in gentle deference to me, the Queen of Calvary. Each one salutes me as he goes, and I my childish plumes lift, in bereaved acknowledgment of their unthinking drums.

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