There came a Day at Summer's full
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There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrectionsbe
The Sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the solstice passed
That maketh all things new
The time was scarce profaned, by speech
The symbol of a word
Was needless, as at Sacrament,
The Wardrobeof our Lord
Each was to each The Sealed Church,
Permitted to commune thistime
Lest we too awkward show
At Supper of the Lamb.
The Hours slid fastas Hours will,
Clutched tight, by greedy hands
So faces on two Decks, look back,
Bound to opposing lands
And so when all the time had leaked,
Without external sound
Each bound the Other's Crucifix
We gave no other Bond
Sufficient troth, that we shall rise
Deposedat length, the Grave
To that new Marriage,
Justifiedthrough Calvaries of Love
Poems by Emily Dickinson
