You taught me Waiting with Myself —
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
You taught me Waiting with Myself —
Appointment strictly kept —
You taught me fortitude of Fate —
This — also — I have learnt —
An Altitude of Death, that could
No bitterer debar
Than Life — had done — before it —
Yet — there is a Science more —
The Heaven you know — to understand
That you be not ashamed
Of Me — in Christ's bright Audience
Upon the further Hand —
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