The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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Than Heaven more remote, For Heaven is the Root, But these the flitted Seed, More flown indeed, Than Ones that never were,Or those that hide, and are - What madness, by their side, A Vision to pro - videprovideOf future Days They cannot praise -My Soul - to find them - come - They cannot call - they're dumb - Nor prove - nor Woo - But that they have Abode - Is absolute as God -And instant - too -