895 a Cloud withdrew from the Sky, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

895 a Cloud withdrew from the Sky

A Cloud withdrew from the Sky

Superior Glory be

But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries

Are forever lost to me

Had I but further scanned

Had I secured the Glow

In an Hermetic Memory

It had availed me now.

Never to pass the Angel

With a glance and a Bow

Till I am firm in Heaven

Is my intention now.

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Ingeborg Von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack

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