Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Four: Time and Eternity 45. Morns like these we parted

Morns like these we parted;

Noons like these she rose,

Fluttering first, then firmer,

To her fair repose.

Never did she lisp it,

And 't was not for me;

She was mute from transport,

I, from agony!

Till the evening, nearing,

One the shutters drew --

Quick! a sharper rustling!

And this linnet flew!