Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

It Was Too Late For Man - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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It was too late for Man—
But early, yet, for God—
Creation—impotent to help—
But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

How excellent the Heaven—
When Earth—cannot be had—
How hospitable—then—the face
Of our Old Neighbor—God—


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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