Sunrise Yellow Noise

I have never been able to memorize a single poem either, except this one, which stuck the first time I read it decades ago:

Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait 'til judgement break
excellent and fair.

Be its mattress straight,
be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise' yellow noise
interrupt this ground.

Emily Dickinson

Post script: where ever it was I first read "Ample Make this Bed" (Sunrise Yellow Noise seemed a catchier blog title), the last line read: "break this hallowed ground." That's how I memorized it and recited it all these years. In fact-checking my punctuation, the version I looked up along with every other source I went to after that, uses what reads less ironic (or balanced, if you like) in comparison.