A Wife-at Daybreak I Shall Be
Emily Dickinson
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Bride— Then—Midnight, I have passed from thee Unto the East, and Victory— Midnight—Good Night! I hear them call, The Angels bustle in the Hall— Softly my Future climbs the Stair, I fumble at my Childhood’s prayer So soon to be a Child no more— Eternity, I’m coming—Sire, Savior—I’ve seen the face—before!
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