Emily Dickinson Home Poems

821

Away from Home are some and I—
An Emigrant to be
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I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before
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Years I had been from home,
And now, before the door
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before
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944

I learned—at least—what Home could be—
How ignorant I had been
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413

I never felt at Home—Below—-
And in the Handsome Skies
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7

The feet of people walking home
With gayer sandals go—
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725

Where Thou art—that—is Home—
Cashmere—or Calvary—the same—
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207

Tho' I get home how late—how late—
So I get home - 'twill compensate—
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