788 <br /> <br />Joy to have merited the Pain— <br />To merit the Release— <br />Joy to have perished every step— <br />To Compass Paradise— <br /> <br />Pardon—to look upon thy face— <br />With these old fashioned Eyes— <br />Better than new—could be—for that— <br />Though bought in Paradise— <br /> <br />Because they looked on thee before— <br />And thou hast looked on them— <br />Prove Me—My Hazel Witnesses <br />The features are the same— <br /> <br />So fleet thou wert, when present— <br />So infinite—when gone— <br />An Orient's Apparition— <br />Remanded of the Morn— <br /> <br />The Height I recollect— <br />'Twas even with the Hills— <br />The Depth upon my Soul was notched— <br />As Floods—on Whites of Wheels— <br /> <br />To Haunt—till Time have dropped <br />His last Decade away, <br />And Haunting actualize—to last <br />At least—Eternity—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/joy-to-have-merited-the-pain/
