Emily Dickinson

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

Tho' I Get Home How Late—how Late - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Tho' I get home how late—how late—
So I get home - 'twill compensate—
Better will be the Ecstasy
That they have done expecting me—
When Night—descending—dumb—and dark—
They hear my unexpected knock—
Transporting must the moment be—
Brewed from decades of Agony!

To think just how the fire will burn—
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn—
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself, will say to me—
Beguiles the Centuries of way!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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