The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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Delayed till she had ceased to know -Delayed till in it's vest of snow Her loving bosom lay - An hour behind the fleeting breath - Later by just an hour than Death -Oh lagging Yesterday! Could she have guessed that it w'd be - Could but a crier of the joy Have climbed the distant hill - Had not the bliss so slow a paceWho knows but this surrendered face Were undefeated still? Oh if there may departing be Any forgot by Victory In her imperial round -Show them this meek apparreled thing That could not stop to be a king - Doubtful if it be crowned!