Emily Dickinson - The Sun—just touched the Morning lyrics

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