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I sing to use the Waiting
My Bonnet but to tie
And shut the Door unto my House
No more to do have I
Till His best step approaching
We journey to the Day
And tell each other how We sung
To Keep the Dark away.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- There Is A Shame Of Nobleness
- I'Ve Heard An Organ Talk, Sometimes
- The Notice that is called the Spring
- How Human Nature dotes
- These Tested Our Horizon