Before The Ice Is In The Pools, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Before the ice is in the pools,
    Before the skaters go,
    Or any cheek at nightfall
    Is tarnished by the snow,

    Before the fields have finished,
    Before the Christmas tree,
    Wonder upon wonder
    Will arrive to me!

    What we touch the hems of
    On a summer’s day;
    What is only walking
    Just a bridge away;

    That which sings so, speaks so,
    When there’s no one here, —
    Will the frock I wept in
    Answer me to wear?