The Heaven vests for Each
In that small Deity
It craved the grace to worship
Some bashful Summer’s Day —
Half shrinking from the Glory
It importuned to see
Till these faint Tabernacles drop
In full Eternity —
How imminent the Venture —
As one should sue a Star —
For His mean sake to leave the Row
And entertain Despair —
A Clemency so common —
We almost cease to fear —
Enabling the minutest —
And furthest — to adore —
(Emily Dickinson)
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