Lyric Poem · Life
Tho' I get home how late—how late
Tho' I get home how late — how late —
So I get home - 'twill compensate —
Better will be the Ecstasy
That they have done expecting me —
When Night — descending — dumb — and dark —
They hear my unexpected knock —
Transporting must the moment be —
Brewed from decades of Agony!
To think just how the fire will burn —
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn —
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself, will say to me —
Beguiles the Centuries of way!
This poem is in the public domain.
“Tho' I get home how late—how late” by Emily Dickinson — quilloak.com/poems/tho-i-get-home-how-late-how-late
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