Emily Dickinson - 'Twas just this time, last year, I died lyrics

445 'Twas just this time, last year, I died I know I heard the Corn When I was carried by the Farms It had the Ta**els on I thought how yellow it would look When Richard went to mill And then, I wanted to get out But something held my will I thought just how Red — Apples wedged The Stubble's joints between And the Carts stooping round the fields To take the Pumpkins in I wondered which would miss me, least And when Thanksgiving, came If Father'd multiply the plates To make an even Sum And would it blur the Christmas glee My Stocking hang too high For any Santa Claus to reach The Altitude of me But this sort, grieved myself, And so, I thought the other way How just this time, some perfect year Themself, should come to me