410 <br /> <br />The first Day's Night had come— <br />And grateful that a thing <br />So terrible—had been endured— <br />I told my Soul to sing— <br /> <br />She said her Strings were snapt— <br />Her Bow—to Atoms blown— <br />And so to mend her—gave me work <br />Until another Morn— <br /> <br />And then—a Day as huge <br />As Yesterdays in pairs, <br />Unrolled its horror in my face— <br />Until it blocked my eyes— <br /> <br />My Brain—begun to laugh— <br />I mumbled—like a fool— <br />And tho' 'tis Years ago—that Day— <br />My Brain keeps giggling—still. <br /> <br />And Something's odd—within— <br />That person that I was— <br />And this One—do not feel the same— <br />Could it be Madness—this?<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-day-s-night-had-come/
