The Heaven vests for Each

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The Heaven vests for Each
In that small Deity
It craved the grace to worship
Some bashful Summer's Day --

Half shrinking from the Glory
It importuned to see
Till these faint Tabernacles drop
In full Eternity --

How imminent the Venture --
As one should sue a Star --
For His mean sake to leave the Row
And entertain Despair --

A Clemency so common --
We almost cease to fear --
Enabling the minutest --
And furthest -- to adore --

© Emily Dickinson