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I sing to use the waiting

by Emily Dickinson, 1896

I sing to use the waiting,
  My bonnet but to tie,
And shut the door unto my house;
  No more to do have I,

Till, his best step approaching,
  We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sang
  To keep the dark away.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Third Series

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