Morn is supposed to be, By people of degree, The breaking of the day.
Morning has not occurred! That shall aurora be East of eternity;
One with the banner gay, One in the red array, -- That is the break of day.
I shall know why, when time is over, And I have ceased to wonder why; Christ will explain each separate anguish In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
He will tell me what Peter promised, And I, for wonder at his woe, I shall forget the drop of anguish That scalds me now, that scalds me now.
I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
Angels, twice descending, Reimbursed my store. Burglar, banker, father, I am poor once more!
End of Project Gutenberg's Etext of Poems, Series 1, by Emily Dickinson