Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete · Emily Dickinson
Chapter 20
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FOLLOWING.
I had no cause to be awake, My best was gone to sleep, And morn a new politeness took, And failed to wake them up,
But called the others clear, And passed their curtains by. Sweet morning, when I over-sleep, Knock, recollect, for me!
I looked at sunrise once, And then I looked at them, And wishfulness in me arose For circumstance the same.
'T was such an ample peace, It could not hold a sigh, — 'T was Sabbath with the bells divorced, 'T was sunset all the day.
So choosing but a gown And taking but a prayer, The only raiment I should need, I struggled, and was there.
