Too late

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Delayed till she had ceased to know,
    Delayed till in its vest of snow
  Her loving bosom lay.
An hour behind the fleeting breath,
Later by just an hour than death, —
  Oh, lagging yesterday !

Could she have guessed that it would be ;
Could but a crier of the glee
  Have climbed the distant hill ;
Had not the bliss so slow a pace, —
Who knows but this surrendered face
  Were undefeated still ?

Oh, if there may departing be
Any forgot by victory
  In her imperial round,
Show them this meek apparelled thing,
That could not stop to be a king,
  Doubtful if it be crowned !

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)

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