Morns Like These (by Emily Dickinson)

Emily Dickinson

[1858]

Morns like these — we parted —
Noons like these — she rose —
Fluttering first — then firmer
To her fair repose.

Never did she lisp it —
It was not for me —
She — was mute from transport —
I — from agony —

Till — the evening nearing
One the curtains drew —
Quick!  A sharper rustling!
And this linnet flew!