Dickinson, Emily: Morns like these - we parted - 27

Morns like these - we parted -
Noons like these - she rose -
Fluttering first - then firmer
To her fair repose.

Never did she lisp it -
It was not for me -
She - was mute from transport -
I - from agony -

Till - the evening nearing
One the curtains drew -
Quick! A sharper rustling!
And this linnet flew!