Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Three: Love
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| THERE came a day at summer’s full | |
| Entirely for me; | |
| I thought that such were for the saints, | |
| Where revelations be. | |
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| The sun, as common, went abroad, | 5 |
| The flowers, accustomed, blew, | |
| As if no sail the solstice passed | |
| That maketh all things new. | |
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| The time was scarce profaned by speech; | |
| The symbol of a word | 10 |
| Was needless, as at sacrament | |
| The wardrobe of our Lord. | |
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| Each was to each the sealed church, | |
| Permitted to commune this time, | |
| Lest we too awkward show | 15 |
| At supper of the Lamb. | |
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| The hours slid fast, as hours will, | |
| Clutched tight by greedy hands; | |
| So faces on two decks look back, | |
| Bound to opposing lands. | 20 |
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| And so, when all the time had failed, | |
| Without external sound, | |
| Each bound the other’s crucifix, | |
| We gave no other bond. | |
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| Sufficient troth that we shall rise— | 25 |
| Deposed, at length, the grave— | |
| To that new marriage, justified | |
| Through Calvaries of Love! | |
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