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Take your Heaven further on—
This—to Heaven divine Has gone—
Had You earlier blundered in
Possibly, e'en You had seen
An Eternity—put on—
Now—to ring a Door beyond
Is the utmost of Your Hand—
To the Skies—apologize—
Nearer to Your Courtesies
Than this Sufferer polite—
Dressed to meet You—
See—in White!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- My Friend Must Be A Bird
- Triumph—may Be Of Several Kinds
- Is It Dead—find It
- Soul, Wilt Thou Toss Again?
- Talk With Prudence To A Beggar
