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317 Just so—Jesus—raps— He—doesn’t weary— Last—at the Knocker— And first—at the Bell. Then—on divinest tiptoe—standing— Might He but spy the lady’s soul— When He—retires— Chilled—or weary— It will be ample time for—me— Patient—upon the steps—until then— Hears! I am knocking—low at thee.
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Just so—Jesus—raps
317 Just so—Jesus—raps— He—doesn’t weary— Last—at the Knocker— And first—at the Bell. Then—on divinest tiptoe—standing— Might He but spy the lady’s soul— When He—retires— Chilled—or weary— It will be ample time for—me— Patient—upon the steps—until then— Hears! I am knocking—low at thee.
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American