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Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.

Part One: Life

XLVIII


THOUGH I get home how late, how late!
So I get home, ’t will compensate.
Better will be the ecstasy
That they have done expecting me,
When, night descending, dumb and dark,        5
They hear my unexpected knock.
Transporting must the moment be,
Brewed from decades of agony!
  
To think just how the fire will burn,
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn        10
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself will say to me,
Beguiles the centuries of way!

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