Emily Dickinson - The Months have ends—the Years—a knot lyrics

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a knot No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery The Earth lays back these tired lives In her mysterious Drawers Too tenderly, that any doubt An ultimate Repose The manner of the Children Who weary of the Day Themself—the noisy Plaything They cannot put away