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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
58 Delayed till she had ceased to know— Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving ***** lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath— Later by just an hour than Death— Oh lagging Yesterday! Could she have guessed that it would be— Could but a crier of the joy Have climbed the distant hill— Had not the bliss so slow a pace Who knows but this surrendered face Were undefeated still? Oh if there may departing be Any forgot by Victory In her imperial round— Show them this meek appareled thing That could not stop to be a king— Doubtful if it be crowned!
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Delayed till she had ceased to know
58 Delayed till she had ceased to know— Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving ***** lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath— Later by just an hour than Death— Oh lagging Yesterday! Could she have guessed that it would be— Could but a crier of the joy Have climbed the distant hill— Had not the bliss so slow a pace Who knows but this surrendered face Were undefeated still? Oh if there may departing be Any forgot by Victory In her imperial round— Show them this meek appareled thing That could not stop to be a king— Doubtful if it be crowned!
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American