I never felt at Home–Below–, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I never felt at Home–Below–

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I never felt at Home–Below–

And in the Handsome Skies

I shall not feel at Home–I know–

I don’t like Paradise–

Because it’s Sunday–all the time–

And Recess–never comes–

And Eden’ll be so lonesome

Bright Wednesday Afternoons–

If God could make a visit–

Or ever took a Nap–

So not to see us–but they say

Himself–a Telescope

Perennial beholds us–

Myself would run away

From Him–and Holy Ghost–and All–

But there’s the “Judgement Day”!

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