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1733 No man saw awe, nor to his house Admitted he a man Though by his awful residence Has human nature been. Not deeming of his dread abode Till laboring to flee A grasp on comprehension laid Detained vitality. Returning is a different route The Spirit could not show For breathing is the only work To be enacted now. “Am not consumed,” old Moses wrote, “Yet saw him face to face”— That very physiognomy I am convinced was this.
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No man saw awe, nor to his house
1733 No man saw awe, nor to his house Admitted he a man Though by his awful residence Has human nature been. Not deeming of his dread abode Till laboring to flee A grasp on comprehension laid Detained vitality. Returning is a different route The Spirit could not show For breathing is the only work To be enacted now. “Am not consumed,” old Moses wrote, “Yet saw him face to face”— That very physiognomy I am convinced was this.
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American