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Just so-Jesus-raps-
He-doesn’t weary-
Last-at the Knocker-
And first-at the Bell.
Then-on divinest tiptoe-standing-
Might He but spy the lady’s soul-
When He-retires-
Chilled-or weary-
It will be ample time for-me-
Patient-upon the steps-until then-
Hears! I am knocking-low at thee.
(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)