Emily Dickinson - I have a King, who does not speak lyrics

103 I have a King, who does not speak So—wondering—thro' the hours meek I trudge the day away Half glad when it is night, and sleep If, haply, thro' a dream, to peep In parlors, shut by day And if I do—when morning comes It is as if a hundred drums Did round my pillow roll And shouts fill all my Childish sky And Bells keep saying "Victory" From steeples in my soul! And if I don't—the little Bird Within the Orchard, is not heard And I omit to pray "Father, thy will be done" today For my will goes the other way And it were perjury!