Author Emily Dickinson 659 That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among— Glows Central—like a Jewel Between Diverging Golds— The Minor One—that gleamed behind— And Vaster—of the World's. Tags world Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments