Lyric Poem · Childhood
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
A Wife — at daybreak I shall be —
Sunrise — Hast thou a Flag for me?
At Midnight, I am but a Maid,
How short it takes to make a Bride —
Then — Midnight, I have passed from thee
Unto the East, and Victory —
Midnight — Good Night! I hear them call,
The Angels bustle in the Hall —
Softly my Future climbs the Stair,
I fumble at my Childhood's prayer
So soon to be a Child no more —
Eternity, I'm coming — Sire,
Savior — I've seen the face — before!
This poem is in the public domain.
“A Wife—at daybreak I shall be” by Emily Dickinson — quilloak.com/poems/a-wife-at-daybreak-i-shall-be
Keep reading
Doorframe
The QuillOak Editors
You marked my height in pencilon the doorframe every spring,and I stretched up on tiptoe,
8 lines · lyric
Cradle Song
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
What does little birdie sayIn her nest at peep of day?Let me fly, says little birdie,
16 lines · lyric
O Beauty, Passing Beauty!
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet!How can thou let me waste my youth in sighs?I only ask to sit beside thy feet.
14 lines · lyric