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If I’m lost-now
That I was found-
Shall still my transport be-
That once-on me-those Jasper Gates
Blazed open-suddenly-
That in my awkward-gazing-face-
The Angels-softly peered-
And touched me with their fleeces,
Almost as if they cared-
I’m banished-now-you know it-
How foreign that can be-
You’ll know-Sir-when the Savior’s face
Turns so-away from you-
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)