May 23, 2011
Because if he should die
While I was gone and I too late,
Should reach the heart that wanted me,
If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see
And could not bear to shut until
He noticed me, he noticed me,
If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I'd come -so sure I'd come
It listening, listening went to sleep
Reciting my tardy name.
My heart would wish it broke before
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Is useless as next morning's sun
To erase a midnight's tear.
By Emily Dickinson
New track on the Manafon remix album Died In The Wool. David has put this poem by Emily Dickinson in a fabulous way to music with Christian Fennesz and Jan Bang.