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You constituted Time—
I deemed Eternity
A Revelation of Yourself—
'Twas therefore Deity
The Absolute—removed
The Relative away—
That I unto Himself adjust
My slow idolatry—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean,
- She Rose To His Requirement
- To Venerate The Simple Days
- To Put This World Down, Like A Bundle
- I Stepped From Plank To Plank