To my Small Hearth His Fire Came, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

To my Small Hearth His Fire Came

638

To my small Hearth His fire came—

And all my House aglow

Did fan and rock, with sudden light—

’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—

Impanelled from no Summer brief—

With limit of Decay—

’Twas Noon—without the News of Night—

Nay, Nature, it was Day—

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