Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

I Dreaded That First Robin, So - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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I dreaded that first Robin, so,
But He is mastered, now,
I'm accustomed to Him grown,
He hurts a little, though—

I thought If I could only live
Till that first Shout got by—
Not all Pianos in the Woods
Had power to mangle me—

I dared not meet the Daffodils—
For fear their Yellow Gown
Would pierce me with a fashion
So foreign to my own—

I wished the Grass would hurry—
So—when 'twas time to see—
He'd be too tall, the tallest one
Could stretch—to look at me—

I could not bear the Bees should come,
I wished they'd stay away
In those dim countries where they go,
What word had they, for me?

They're here, though; not a creature failed—
No Blossom stayed away
In gentle deference to me—
The Queen of Calvary—

Each one salutes me, as he goes,
And I, my childish Plumes,
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment
Of their unthinking Drums—


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  • Gold Star - 21,957 Points * Sunprincess * (4/1/2014 5:14:00 PM)

    ....I love this poem....a poem filled with the beauty of nature...enjoyed.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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