We shun it ere it comes

by Emily Dickinson

 We shun it ere it comes,
Afraid of Joy,
Then sue it to delay
And lest it fly,
Beguile it more and more --
May not this be
Old Suitor Heaven,
Like our dismay at thee?

---

Poem by Emily Dickinson
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem |

More Poems by Emily Dickinson

Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on We shun it ere it comes

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem We shun it ere it comes here.

Commenting turned off, sorry.