Poemsby Emily Dickinson

Till the End

 I should not dare to leave my friend, Because - because if he should die While I was gone, and I - too late - Should reach the heart that wanted me; 
 If I should disappoint the eyes That hunted, hunted so, to see, And could not bear to shut until They "noticed" me - they noticed me; 
 If I should stab the patient faith So sure I 'd come - so sure I 'd come, It listening, listening, went to sleep Telling my tardy name, - 
 My heart would wish it broke before, Since breaking then, since breaking then, Were useless as next morning's sun, Where midnight frosts had lain!