968 <br /> <br />Fitter to see Him, I may be <br />For the long Hindrance—Grace—to Me— <br />With Summers, and with Winters, grow, <br />Some passing Year—A trait bestow <br /> <br />To make Me fairest of the Earth— <br />The Waiting—then—will seem so worth <br />I shall impute with half a pain <br />The blame that I was chosen—then— <br /> <br />Time to anticipate His Gaze— <br />It's first—Delight—and then—Surprise— <br />The turning o'er and o'er my face <br />For Evidence it be the Grace— <br /> <br />He left behind One Day—So less <br />He seek Conviction, That—be This— <br /> <br />I only must not grow so new <br />That He'll mistake—and ask for me <br />Of me—when first unto the Door <br />I go—to Elsewhere go no more— <br /> <br />I only must not change so fair <br />He'll sigh—"The Other—She—is Where?" <br />The Love, tho', will array me right <br />I shall be perfect—in His sight— <br /> <br />If He perceive the other Truth— <br />Upon an Excellenter Youth— <br /> <br />How sweet I shall not lack in Vain— <br />But gain—thro' loss—Through Grief—obtain— <br />The Beauty that reward Him best— <br />The Beauty of Demand—at Rest—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fitter-to-see-him-i-may-be/
