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I Never Felt At Home—below
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

I Never Felt At Home—below

Poem By Emily Dickinson

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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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It's best to do the right thing :)


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