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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Five: The Single Hound

CXXXVII

JUST so, Jesus raps—He does not weary—

Last at the knocker and first at the bell,

Then on divinest tiptoe standing

Might He out-spy the lady’s soul.

When He retires, chilled and weary—

It will be ample time for me;

Patient, upon the steps, until then—

Heart, I am knocking low at Thee!