Emily Dickinson — Before the ice is in the pools

37 Before the ice is in the pools Before the skaters go Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow Before the fields have finished Before the Christmas tree Wonder upon wonder Will arrive to me! What we touch the hems of On a summer's day What is only walking Just a bridge away That which sings so — speaks so When there's no one here Will the frock I wept in Answer me to wear?