694 <br /> <br />The Heaven vests for Each <br />In that small Deity <br />It craved the grace to worship <br />Some bashful Summer's Day— <br /> <br />Half shrinking from the Glory <br />It importuned to see <br />Till these faint Tabernacles drop <br />In full Eternity— <br /> <br />How imminent the Venture— <br />As one should sue a Star— <br />For His mean sake to leave the Row <br />And entertain Despair— <br /> <br />A Clemency so common— <br />We almost cease to fear— <br />Enabling the minutest— <br />And furthest—to adore—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heaven-vests-for-each/
