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Tho' I get home how late -- how late

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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Tho' I get home how late -- how late --So I get home - 'twill compensate --Better will be the EcstasyThat 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!