NaPoMo Classic Poetry Day 26 – I rose – because He sank by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson 1830-1886

I rose – because He sank

I rose – because he sank
I thought it would be opposite –
But when his power dropped –
My Soul grew straight.

I cheered my fainting Prince –
I sang firm – even – chants –
I helped his Film – with Hymn –

And when the Dews drew off
That held his Forehead stiff –
I met him –
Balm to Balm –

I told him Best – must pass –
Through this low Arch of Flesh –
No Casque so brave
It spurn the Grace –

I told him Worlds I knew
Where Emperors grew –
Who recollected us
If we were true –

And so with Thews of Hymn –
And Sinew from within –
And ways I knew not that I knew – till then –
I lifted Him –