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I rose-because He sank-
I thought it would be opposite-
But when his power dropped-
My Soul grew straight.
I cheered my fainting Prince-
I sang firm-even-Chants-
I helped his Film-with Hymn-
And when the Dews drew off
That held his Forehead stiff-
I met him-
Balm to Balm-
I told him Best-must pass
Through this low Arch of Flesh-
No Casque so brave
It spurn the Grave-
I told him Worlds I knew
Where Emperors grew-
Who recollected us
If we were true-
And so with Thews of Hymn-
And Sinew from within-
And ways I knew not that I knew-till then-
I lifted Him-
(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)