635 <br /> <br />I think the longest Hour of all <br />Is when the Cars have come— <br />And we are waiting for the Coach— <br />It seems as though the Time <br /> <br />Indignant—that the Joy was come— <br />Did block the Gilded Hands— <br />And would not let the Seconds by— <br />But slowest instant—ends— <br /> <br />The Pendulum begins to count— <br />Like little Scholars—loud— <br />The steps grow thicker—in the Hall— <br />The Heart begins to crowd— <br /> <br />Then I—my timid service done— <br />Tho' service 'twas, of Love— <br />Take up my little Violin— <br />And further North—remove.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-think-the-longest-hour-of-all/
