Emily Dickinson

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

Their Height In Heaven Comforts Not - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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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."


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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