63 <br /> <br />If pain for peace prepares <br />Lo, what "Augustan" years <br />Our feet await! <br /> <br />If springs from winter rise, <br />Can the Anemones <br />Be reckoned up? <br /> <br />If night stands fast—then noon <br />To gird us for the sun, <br />What gaze! <br /> <br />When from a thousand skies <br />On our developed eyes <br />Noons blaze!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-pain-for-peace-prepares/
