Me! Come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!
Me! Hear! My foreign ear
The sounds of welcome near!
The saints shall meet
Our bashful feet.
My holiday shall be
That they remember me;
My paradise, the fame
That they pronounce my name.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- One Crucifixion Is Recorded—only
- Severer Service Of Myself
- When a Lover is a Beggar
- The Black Berry—wears A Thorn In His Side
- Through Lane It Lay—through Bramble