Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Three: Nature 5. The sun just touched the morning


The sun just touched the morning;

The morning, happy thing,

Supposed that he had come to dwell,

And life would be all spring.

She felt herself supremer, --

A raised, ethereal thing;

Henceforth for her what holiday!

Meanwhile, her wheeling king

Trailed slow along the orchards

His haughty, spangled hems,

Leaving a new necessity, --

The want of diadems!

The morning fluttered, staggered,

Felt feebly for her crown, --

Her unanointed forehead

Henceforth her only one.