The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
I never felt at home below, And in the handsome skies I shall not feel at home I know I don'tdont like Paradise! For there 'tis Sunday all the timeAnd recess never comes, And Eden'll be so lonesome Bright Wednesday afternoons! If God could make a journey, 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,Butthere's the Judgment Day!