I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- by Emily Dickinson
I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- How ignorant I had been Of 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 Dip Of a Celestial Sea --
What Mornings in our Garden -- guessed -- What Bees -- for us -- to hum -- With only Birds to interrupt The 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 --
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