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Poemsby Emily Dickinson

XXXI
XXXIII

Waiting

I sing to use the waiting,
  My bonnet but to tie,
And shut the door unto my house;
  No more to do have I,
Till, his best step approaching,
  We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sang
  To keep the dark away.

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