649 <br /> <br />Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead <br />Came the Darker Way— <br />Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too— <br />But for Holiday <br /> <br />'Tis more pitiful Endeavor <br />Than did Loaded Sea <br />O'er the Curls attempt to caper <br />It had cast away— <br /> <br />Never Bride had such Assembling— <br />Never kinsmen kneeled <br />To salute so fair a Forehead— <br />Garland be indeed— <br /> <br />Fitter Feet—of Her before us— <br />Than whatever Brow <br />Art of Snow—or Trick of Lily <br />Possibly bestow <br /> <br />Of Her Father—Whoso ask Her— <br />He shall seek as high <br />As the Palm—that serve the Desert— <br />To obtain the Sky— <br /> <br />Distance—be Her only Motion— <br />If 'tis Nay—or Yes— <br />Acquiescence—or Demurral— <br />Whosoever guess— <br /> <br />He—must pass the Crystal Angle <br />That obscure Her face— <br />He—must have achieved in person <br />Equal Paradise—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-sweet-turn-to-leave-the-homestead/
