Emily Dickinson

“ You guessed — from the way the sentence toiled —
You could hear the Bodice tug, behind you —
As if it held but the might of a child —
You almost pitied it — you — it worked so —
Tell Him — no — you may quibble there —
For it would split His Heart, to know it —
And then you and I, were silenter.
Tell Him — Night finished — before we finished —
And the Old Clock kept neighing "Day"!
And you — got sleepy — and begged to be ended —
What could it hinder so — to say?
Tell Him — just how she sealed you — Cautious!
But — if He ask where you are hid
Until tomorrow — Happy letter! ”