Let me not mar that perfect Dream
By an Auroral stain
But so adjust my daily Night
That it will come again.
Not when we know, the Power accosts -
The Garment of Surprise
Was all our timid Mother wore
At Home - in Paradise.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- As subtle as tomorrow
- Could mortal lip divine
- Ended, ere it begun -
- Air has no Residence, no Neighbor
- By homely gift and hindered Words