Anne-Maries Bloemlezing

back to the index


I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because-because if he should die
While I was gone, and I-too late-
Should reach the heart that wanted me;

If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They "noticed" me-they noticed me;

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I'd come-so sure I'd come
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name,-

My heart would wish it broke before
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morning's sun,
Where midnight frosts had lain!

Emily Dickinson