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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 426 of 446 · Third Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 39

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The soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her.

Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.

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