I Sing to Use the Waiting, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Sing to Use the Waiting

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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 sung

To Keep the Dark away.

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