Emily Dickinson

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

To My Small Hearth His Fire Came - Poem by Emily Dickinson


To my small Hearth His fire came—
And all my House aglow
Did fan and rock, with sudden light—
'Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—

Impanelled from no Summer brief—
With limit of Decay—
'Twas Noon—without the News of Night—
Nay, Nature, it was Day—

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Read poems about / on: summer, nature, house, fire, sky, light, night

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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