I rose -- because He sank -- by Emily Dickinson
I rose -- because He sank -- I thought it would be opposite -- But when his power dropped -- My Soul grew straight.
I cheered my fainting Prince -- I sang firm -- even -- Chants -- I helped his Film -- with Hymn --
And when the Dews drew off That held his Forehead stiff -- I met him -- Balm to Balm --
I told him Best -- must pass Through this low Arch of Flesh -- No Casque so brave It spurn the Grave --
I told him Worlds I knew Where Emperors grew -- Who recollected us If we were true --
And so with Thews of Hymn -- And Sinew from within -- And ways I knew not that I knew -- till then -- I lifted Him --
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