207 <br /> <br />Tho' I get home how late—how late— <br />So I get home - 'twill compensate— <br />Better will be the Ecstasy <br />That they have done expecting me— <br />When Night—descending—dumb—and dark— <br />They hear my unexpected knock— <br />Transporting must the moment be— <br />Brewed from decades of Agony! <br /> <br />To think just how the fire will burn— <br />Just how long-cheated eyes will turn— <br />To wonder what myself will say, <br />And what itself, will say to me— <br />Beguiles the Centuries of way!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tho-i-get-home-how-late-how-late/
