Explore "The Return" by Emily Dickinson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Though I get home how late, how late!
So I get home, 't will compensate.
Better will be the ecstasy / That they have done expecting me, / When, night descending, dumb and dark, / They hear my unexpected knock.
Transporting must the moment be, / Brewed from decades of agony!
To think just how the fire will burn, / Just how long-cheated eyes will turn / To wonder what myself will say, / And what itself will say to me, / Beguiles the centuries of way!