Tuesday, May 22, 2007

A Poem (but not by me)

I Sing

I sing to use the waiting
My bonnet but to tie,
And close the door unto my house
No more to do have I

‘Till his best step approaching,
We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sung
To keep the dark away.
- Emily Dickinson

(Note from the editor: She is learning a particular song, a few words at a time. When she has it learned, she'll let you all know.)

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