616 <br /> <br />I rose—because He sank— <br />I thought it would be opposite— <br />But when his power dropped— <br />My Soul grew straight. <br /> <br />I cheered my fainting Prince— <br />I sang firm—even—Chants— <br />I helped his Film—with Hymn— <br /> <br />And when the Dews drew off <br />That held his Forehead stiff— <br />I met him— <br />Balm to Balm— <br /> <br />I told him Best—must pass <br />Through this low Arch of Flesh— <br />No Casque so brave <br />It spurn the Grave— <br /> <br />I told him Worlds I knew <br />Where Emperors grew— <br />Who recollected us <br />If we were true— <br /> <br />And so with Thews of Hymn— <br />And Sinew from within— <br />And ways I knew not that I knew—till then— <br />I lifted Him—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-rose-because-he-sank/
