Their Height In Heaven Comforts Not

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Title:     Their Height In Heaven Comforts Not
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

Their height in heaven comforts not,
Their glory nought to me;
'T was 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 't was a meaner size,
Then I had counted it until
It pleased my narrow eyes

Better than larger values,
However true their show;
This timid life of evidence
Keeps pleading, "I don't know."

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: Their Height In Heaven Comforts Not

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