871 <br /> <br />The Sun and Moon must make their haste— <br />The Stars express around <br />For in the Zones of Paradise <br />The Lord alone is burned— <br /> <br />His Eye, it is the East and West— <br />The North and South when He <br />Do concentrate His Countenance <br />Like Glow Worms, flee away— <br /> <br />Oh Poor and Far— <br />Oh Hindred Eye <br />That hunted for the Day— <br />The Lord a Candle entertains <br />Entirely for Thee—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-and-moon-must-make-their-haste/
