Emily Dickinson

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

I Think The Longest Hour Of All - Poem by Emily Dickinson


I think the longest Hour of all
Is when the Cars have come—
And we are waiting for the Coach—
It seems as though the Time

Indignant—that the Joy was come—
Did block the Gilded Hands—
And would not let the Seconds by—
But slowest instant—ends—

The Pendulum begins to count—
Like little Scholars—loud—
The steps grow thicker—in the Hall—
The Heart begins to crowd—

Then I—my timid service done—
Tho' service 'twas, of Love—
Take up my little Violin—
And further North—remove.

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  • Gold Star - 36,605 Points * Sunprincess * (9/29/2015 3:26:00 PM)

    .........beautifully penned and funny how time can do this ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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