The Sun — just touched the Morning —

The Sun — just touched the Morning —
The Morning — Happy thing —
Supposed that He had come to dwell —
And Life would all be Spring!

She felt herself supremer,—
A raised, ethereal thing;
Henceforth for her what holiday!
Meanwhile, her wheeling king

Trailed slow along the orchards
His haughty, spangled hems,
Leaving a new necessity,—
The want of diadems!

The morning fluttered, staggered,
Felt feebly for her crown,—
Her unanointed forehead
Henceforth her only one.

Emily Dickinson

Morning’s Weak Point

The Sun just touched the Morning —
It’s Happy thing for the Morning
Who supposed that He had come to dwell —
And Life would all be Spring!

She felt herself nobler,—
A raised, sacred thing;
Henceforth what holiday for her!
Meanwhile, her king on chariot

Trailed slow along the orchards
His haughty, shining beams,
Leaving a new necessity,—
The lack of diadems!

The morning fluttered, staggered,
Felt feebly for her crown,—
Her unanointed forehead
Henceforth her only weak point.

Morning Sun can touch her Neck. But He cannot touch her forehead. Her unanointed forehead does not deserve diadems.