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Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?
Did I sing—too loud?
But—I can say a little 'Minor'
Timid as a Bird!
Wouldn't the Angels try me—
Just—once—more—
Just—see—if I troubled them—
But don't—shut the door!
Oh, if I—were the Gentleman
In the 'White Robe'—
And they—were the little Hand—that knocked—
Could—I—forbid?
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- If Your Nerve, Deny You
- Unto Me? I Do Not Know You—
- Going To Heaven!
- The Bible Is An Antique Volume
- To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred;