I suppose the time will come

Emily Dickinson wrote this poem on the back of an invitation to a candy pulling party that George Gould, one of her brother’s friends, had sent her more than twenty-five years earlier. 

I suppose the time will come
Aid it in the coming
When the Bird will crowd the Tree
And the Bee be booming –

I suppose the time will come
Hinder it a little
When the Corn in Silk will dress
And in Chintc the Apple

I believe the Day will be
When the Jay will giggle
At his new white House the Earth
That, too, halt a little –