Except the Heaven Had Come So Near, por Emily Dickinson

Except the Heaven Had Come So Near

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Except the Heaven had come so near—

So seemed to choose My Door—

The Distance would not haunt me so—

I had not hoped—before—

But just to hear the Grace depart—

I never thought to see—

Afflicts me with a Double loss—

’Tis lost—and lost to me—

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696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—

XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting

LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.

A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict

I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…

848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—

Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.

845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!

873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside

175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—