336 <br /> <br />The face I carry with me—last— <br />When I go out of Time— <br />To take my Rank—by—in the West— <br />That face—will just be thine— <br /> <br />I'll hand it to the Angel— <br />That—Sir—was my Degree— <br />In Kingdoms—you have heard the Raised— <br />Refer to—possibly. <br /> <br />He'll take it—scan it—step aside— <br />Return—with such a crown <br />As Gabriel—never capered at— <br />And beg me put it on— <br /> <br />And then—he'll turn me round and round— <br />To an admiring sky— <br />As one that bore her Master's name— <br />Sufficient Royalty!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-face-i-carry-with-me-last/
