205 <br /> <br />I should not dare to leave my friend, <br />Because—because if he should die <br />While I was gone—and I—too late— <br />Should reach the Heart that wanted me— <br /> <br />If I should disappoint the eyes <br />That hunted—hunted so—to see— <br />And could not bear to shut until <br />They "noticed" me—they noticed me— <br /> <br />If I should stab the patient faith <br />So sure I'd come—so sure I'd come— <br />It listening—listening—went to sleep— <br />Telling my tardy name— <br /> <br />My Heart would wish it broke before— <br />Since breaking then—since breaking then— <br />Were useless as next morning's sun— <br />Where midnight frosts—had lain!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-should-not-dare-to-leave-my-friend/
