Their Height in Heaven comforts not -- by Emily Dickinson
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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