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A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
Superior Glory be
But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries
Are forever lost to me
Had I but further scanned
Had I secured the Glow
In an Hermetic Memory
It had availed me now.
Never to pass the Angel
With a glance and a Bow
Till I am firm in Heaven
Is my intention now.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I'M Nobody! Who Are You?
- A Dying Tiger&Mdash;Moaned For Drink
- A Coffin—is A Small Domain
- Because I Could Not Stop For Death
- "Heaven" Has Different Signs&Mdash;To Me