Emily Dickinson - We don't cry—Tim and I lyrics

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