196 <br /> <br />We don't cry—Tim and I, <br />We are far too grand— <br />But we bolt the door tight <br />To prevent a friend— <br /> <br />Then we hide our brave face <br />Deep in our hand— <br />Not to cry—Tim and I— <br />We are far too grand— <br /> <br />Nor to dream—he and me— <br />Do we condescend— <br />We just shut our brown eye <br />To see to the end— <br /> <br />Tim—see Cottages— <br />But, Oh, so high! <br />Then—we shake—Tim and I— <br />And lest I—cry— <br /> <br />Tim—reads a little Hymn— <br />And we both pray— <br />Please, Sir, I and Tim— <br />Always lost the way! <br /> <br />We must die—by and by— <br />Clergymen say— <br />Tim—shall—if I—do— <br />I—too—if he— <br /> <br />How shall we arrange it— <br />Tim—was—so—shy? <br />Take us simultaneous—Lord— <br />I—"Tim"—and Me!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-don-t-cry-tim-and-i/
