Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
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| SOME keep the Sabbath going to church; | |
| I keep it staying at home, | |
| With a bobolink for a chorister, | |
| And an orchard for a dome. | |
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| Some keep the Sabbath in surplice; | 5 |
| I just wear my wings, | |
| And instead of tolling the bell for church, | |
| Our little sexton sings. | |
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| God preaches,a noted clergyman, | |
| And the sermon is never long; | 10 |
| So instead of getting to heaven at last, | |
| I m going all along! | |
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