Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not

696

Their Height in Heaven comforts not—

Their Glory—nought to me—

’Twas best imperfect—as it was—

I’m finite—I can’t see—

The House of Supposition—

The Glimmering Frontier that

Skirts the Acres of Perhaps—

To Me—shows insecure—

The Wealth I had—contented me—

If ’twas a meaner size—

Then I had counted it until

It pleased my narrow Eyes—

Better than larger values—

That show however true—

This timid life of Evidence

Keeps pleading—"I don’t know.”

#AmericanWriters

Liked or faved by...

Other works by Emily Dickinson...

It Ceased to Hurt Me, Though So Slow

584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…

The Robin Is the One

828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—

Dying! Dying in the Night!

158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?

As Watchers Hang Upon the East

121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet

I learned—at least—what Home could be

944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn

Abraham to Kill Him

Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—

LIfe XLV. Delight becomes pictorial (572)

XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

Nature XXIV. a narrow fellow in the grass

XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.

“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the Farmer

“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—

Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you—

238 Kill your Balm—and its Odors bles… Bare your Jessamine—to the storm— And she will fling her maddest per… Haply—your Summer night to Charm—

The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized.

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

Out of Sight? What of That?

703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—

A Wounded Deer—leaps highest

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

Impossibility, Like Wine

838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine

One Sister Have I in Our House

14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.

Emily Dickinson