I rose—because He sank—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I rose—because He sank—

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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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