696 <br /> <br />Their Height in Heaven comforts not— <br />Their Glory—nought to me— <br />'Twas best imperfect—as it was— <br />I'm finite—I can't see— <br /> <br />The House of Supposition— <br />The Glimmering Frontier that <br />Skirts the Acres of Perhaps— <br />To Me—shows insecure— <br /> <br />The Wealth I had—contented me— <br />If 'twas a meaner size— <br />Then I had counted it until <br />It pleased my narrow Eyes— <br /> <br />Better than larger values— <br />That show however true— <br />This timid life of Evidence <br />Keeps pleading—"I don't know."<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/their-height-in-heaven-comforts-not/
