Poems by Emily Dickinson-3
XXXII. WAITING.

Emily Dick

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I sing to use the waiting,

My bonnet but to tie,

And shut 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 sang

To keep the dark away.

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