For this — accepted Breath —
Through it — compete with Death —
The fellow cannot touch this Crown —
By it — my title take —
Ah, what a royal sake
To my necessity — stooped down!
No Wilderness — can be
Where this attendeth me —
No Desert Noon —
No fear of frost to come
Haunt the perennial bloom —
But Certain June!
Get Gabriel — to tell — the royal syllable —
Get Saints — with new — unsteady tongue —
To say what trance below
Most like their glory show —
Fittest the Crown!
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)