Poem

You taught me Waiting with Myself

Emily Dickinson
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself— Appointment strictly kept— You taught me fortitude of Fate— This—also—I have learnt— An Altitude of Death, that could No bitterer debar Than Life—had done—before it— Yet—there is a Science more— The Heaven you know—to understand That you be not ashamed Of Me—in Christ's bright Audience Upon the further Hand—

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