by Emily Dickinson
37
Before the ice is in the pools -
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow -
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
What we touch the hems of
On a summer's day -
What is only walking
Just a bridge away -
That which sings so - speaks so -
When there's no one here -
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?
Last updated June 21, 2015