Before the Sun—
And the Wind—
I learnt to know—and Trust;
In the dim Light—
A sound—I knew—
As all the Fowl and Dust—

No Gossip ere to Know
Of all the Secrets spoken—
The Trustful and the lonely—
Beside a compassionate token—

No foreign world indeed
For Winter’s Come—
I trust you to always bring—
As the day returns With Fire—

• Emily Dickinson