The Sun — just touched the Morning —
The Morning — Happy thing —
Supposed that He had come to dwell —
And Life would all be Spring!
She felt herself supremer —
A Raised — Ethereal Thing!
Henceforth — for Her — What Holiday!
Meanwhile — Her wheeling King —
Trailed — slow — along the Orchards —
His haughty — spangled Hems —
Leaving a new necessity!
The want of Diadems!
The Morning — fluttered — staggered —
Felt feebly — for Her Crown —
Her unanointed forehead —
Henceforth — Her only One!
(Emily Dickinson)
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