Following. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I had no cause to be awake,
    My best was gone to sleep,
    And morn a new politeness took,
    And failed to wake them up,

    But called the others clear,
    And passed their curtains by.
    Sweet morning, when I over-sleep,
    Knock, recollect, for me!

    I looked at sunrise once,
    And then I looked at them,
    And wishfulness in me arose
    For circumstance the same.

    ‘T was such an ample peace,
    It could not hold a sigh, —
    ‘T was Sabbath with the bells divorced,
    ‘T was sunset all the day.

    So choosing but a gown
    And taking but a prayer,
    The only raiment I should need,
    I struggled, and was there.