Emily Dickinson

I thought the Train would never come

I thought the Train would never come - How slow the whistle sang - I don't believe a peevish Bird So whimpered for the Spring - I taught my Heart a hundred times Precisely what to say - Provoking Lover, when you came Its Treatise flew away To hide my strategy too late To wiser be too soon - For miseries so halcyon The happiness atone -