58 <br /> <br />Delayed till she had ceased to know— <br />Delayed till in its vest of snow <br />Her loving bosom lay— <br />An hour behind the fleeting breath— <br />Later by just an hour than Death— <br />Oh lagging Yesterday! <br /> <br />Could she have guessed that it would be— <br />Could but a crier of the joy <br />Have climbed the distant hill— <br />Had not the bliss so slow a pace <br />Who knows but this surrendered face <br />Were undefeated still? <br /> <br />Oh if there may departing be <br />Any forgot by Victory <br />In her imperial round— <br />Show them this meek appareled thing <br />That could not stop to be a king— <br />Doubtful if it be crowned!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delayed-till-she-had-ceased-to-know/
