Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
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| THEIR height in heaven comforts not, | |
| Their glory nought to me; | |
| ’T was best imperfect, as it was; | |
| I ’m finite, I can’t see. | |
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| The house of supposition, | 5 |
| The glimmering frontier | |
| That skirts the acres of perhaps, | |
| To me shows insecure. | |
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| The wealth I had contented me; | |
| If ’t was a meaner size, | 10 |
| Then I had counted it until | |
| It pleased my narrow eyes | |
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| Better than larger values, | |
| However true their show; | |
| This timid life of evidence | 15 |
| Keeps pleading, “I don’t know.” | |
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