Emily Dickinson

A Wife — at daybreak I shall be

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A Wife — at daybreak I shall be

461 A Wife — at daybreak I shall be — Sunrise — Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Bride — Then — Midnight, I have passed from thee Unto the East, and Victory — Midnight — Good Night! I hear them call, The Angels bustle in the Hall — Softly my Future climbs the Stair, I fumble at my Childhood's prayer So soon to be a Child no more — Eternity, I'm coming — Sire, Savior — I've seen the face — before!