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I sing to use the waiting My bonnet but to tie, And close 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. Emily Dickinson Related Articles: It's All I Have to Bring To-day Jenny Kissed Me Life in a Love Longing Love Love And A Question Love Arm'd Love Not Me  To our knowledge this poem is in the public domain. If you believe we have infringed any copyright laws please contact us and the offending material will be removed immediately.  The poetry on this site is for entertainment purposes only. See Full Disclaimer for more information. |
