Why — do they shut Me out of Heaven?
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
Why — do they shut Me out of Heaven?
Did I sing — too loud?
But — I can say a little "Minor"
Timid as a Bird!
Wouldn't the Angels try me —
Just — once — more —
Just — see — if I troubled them —
But don't — shut the door!
Oh, if I — were the Gentleman
In the "White Robe" —
And they — were the little Hand — that knocked —
Could — I — forbid?
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It swallows substance up —
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