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Than Heaven more remote,

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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Than Heaven more remote,For Heaven is the root,But these the flitted seed.More flown indeedThan ones that never were,Or those that hide, and are. What madness, by their side,A vision to provideOf future daysThey cannot praise. My soul, to find them, come,They cannot call, they're dumb,Nor prove, nor woo,But that they have abodeIs absolute as God,And instant, too.