348 <br /> <br />I dreaded that first Robin, so, <br />But He is mastered, now, <br />I'm accustomed to Him grown, <br />He hurts a little, though— <br /> <br />I thought If I could only live <br />Till that first Shout got by— <br />Not all Pianos in the Woods <br />Had power to mangle me— <br /> <br />I dared not meet the Daffodils— <br />For fear their Yellow Gown <br />Would pierce me with a fashion <br />So foreign to my own— <br /> <br />I wished the Grass would hurry— <br />So—when 'twas time to see— <br />He'd be too tall, the tallest one <br />Could stretch—to look at me— <br /> <br />I could not bear the Bees should come, <br />I wished they'd stay away <br />In those dim countries where they go, <br />What word had they, for me? <br /> <br />They're here, though; not a creature failed— <br />No Blossom stayed away <br />In gentle deference to me— <br />The Queen of Calvary— <br /> <br />Each one salutes me, as he goes, <br />And I, my childish Plumes, <br />Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment <br />Of their unthinking Drums—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-dreaded-that-first-robin-so/
