I got so I could take his name -

Emily Dickinson

I GOT so I could hear his name
Without—
Tremendous gain!—
That stop-sensation in my soul,
And thunder in the room.
I got so I could walk across
That angle in the floor
Where he turned—so—and I
Turned—how—
And all our sinew tore.
I got so I could stir the box
In which
His letters grew,
Without that forcing in my breath
As staples driven through.
Could dimly recollect a Grace—
I think
They called it "God",
Renowned to ease extremity
When formula had failed—
And shape my hands
Petition's way—
Tho' ignorant of word
That Ordination utters—
My business with the cloud.
If any Power behind it be
Not subject to despair,
It care
In some remoter way
For so minute affair
As misery—
Itself too vast for interrupting more,
Supremer than—
Superior to—