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I learned -- at least -- what Home could be --

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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I learned -- at least -- what Home could be --How ignorant I had beenOf pretty ways of Covenant --How awkward at the Hymn Round our new Fireside -- but for this --This pattern -- of the Way --Whose Memory drowns me, like the DipOf a Celestial Sea -- What Mornings in our Garden -- guessed --What Bees -- for us -- to hum --With only Birds to interruptThe Ripple of our Theme -- And Task for Both --When Play be done --Your Problem -- of the Brain --And mine -- some foolisher effect --A Ruffle -- or a Tune -- The Afternoons -- Together spent --And Twilight -- in the Lanes --Some ministry to poorer lives --Seen poorest -- thro' our gains -- And then Return -- and Night -- and Home -- And then away to You to pass --A new -- diviner -- care --Till Sunrise take us back to Scene --Transmuted -- Vivider -- This seems a Home --And Home is not --But what that Place could be --Afflicts me -- as a Setting Sun --Where Dawn -- knows how to be --