The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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My period had come for Prayer -No other Art - would do - My Tactics missed a rudiment - Creator - Was it you? God grows above - so those who prayHorizons - must ascend - And so I stepped opon the North To Reach - touch -see this Curious Friend -His House was not - no sign had He - By Chimney - nor by Door -Could I infer his Residence - Wide PrairiesVast Prairies of Air Unbroken by a Settler - Were all that I could see -Infinitude - Had'st Thou no FaceThat I might look on Thee? The Silence condescended - The Heavens paused -Creation stopped - for me - But awed beyond my errand - I worshipped - did not "pray" -