Heaven Is So Far of the Mind, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Heaven Is So Far of the Mind

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Heaven is so far of the Mind

That were the Mind dissolved—

The Site—of it—by Architect

Could not again be proved—

’Tis vast—as our Capacity—

As fair—as our idea—

To Him of adequate desire

No further ’tis, than Here—

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