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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 419 of 446 · Third Series: Time and Eternity

Waiting

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I sing to use the waiting,
My bonnet but to tie,
And shut the door unto my house;
No more to do have I,

Till, his best step approaching,
We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sang
To keep the dark away.

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