51 <br /> <br />I often passed the village <br />When going home from school— <br />And wondered what they did there— <br />And why it was so still— <br /> <br />I did not know the year then— <br />In which my call would come— <br />Earlier, by the Dial, <br />Than the rest have gone. <br /> <br />It's stiller than the sundown. <br />It's cooler than the dawn— <br />The Daisies dare to come here— <br />And birds can flutter down— <br /> <br />So when you are tired— <br />Or perplexed—or cold— <br />Trust the loving promise <br />Underneath the mould, <br />Cry "it's I," "take Dollie," <br />And I will enfold!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-often-passed-the-village/
