232 <br /> <br />The Sun—just touched the Morning— <br />The Morning—Happy thing— <br />Supposed that He had come to dwell— <br />And Life would all be Spring! <br /> <br />She felt herself supremer— <br />A Raised—Ethereal Thing! <br />Henceforth—for Her—What Holiday! <br />Meanwhile—Her wheeling King— <br />Trailed—slow—along the Orchards— <br />His haughty—spangled Hems— <br />Leaving a new necessity! <br />The want of Diadems! <br /> <br />The Morning—fluttered—staggered— <br />Felt feebly—for Her Crown— <br />Her unanointed forehead— <br />Henceforth—Her only One!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-just-touched-the-morning/
