The Heaven Vests For Each
Emily Dickinson
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day— Half shrinking from the Glory It importuned to see Till these faint Tabernacles drop In full Eternity— How imminent the Venture— As one should sue a Star— For His mean sake to leave the Row And entertain Despair— A Clemency so common— We almost cease to fear— Enabling the minutest— And furthest—to adore—
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