poems sent from dickinson to higginson

There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me-
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections-be-

The Sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the solstice passed
That maketh all things new-

The time was scarce profaned, by speech-
The symbol of a word
Was needless, as at Sacrament,
The Wardrobe - of our Lord -
Each was to each The Sealed Church,
Permitted to commune this-time-
Lest we too awkward show
At Supper of the Lamb.

The Hours slid fast-as Hours will,
Clutched tight, by greedy hands-
So faces on two Decks, look back,
Bound to opposing lands-

And so when all the time had leaked,
Without external sound
Each bound the Other's Crucifix-
We gave no other Bond-

Sufficient troth, that we shall rise-
Deposed-at length, the Grave-
To that new Marriage,
Justified- through Calvaries of Love-

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