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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 242 of 446 · Second Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 3

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At least to pray is left, is left.
O Jesus! in the air
I know not which thy chamber is, --
I 'm knocking everywhere.

Thou stirrest earthquake in the South,
And maelstrom in the sea;
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
Hast thou no arm for me?

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