Poems by Emily Dickinson: Waiting
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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Waiting
Waiting
I sing to use the waiting,
My bonnet but to tie,
And shut the door unto my house;
No more to do have I,
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.
We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sang
To keep the dark away.
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