638 <br /> <br />To my small Hearth His fire came— <br />And all my House aglow <br />Did fan and rock, with sudden light— <br />'Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky— <br /> <br />Impanelled from no Summer brief— <br />With limit of Decay— <br />'Twas Noon—without the News of Night— <br />Nay, Nature, it was Day—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-small-hearth-his-fire-came/
