Pair of poems by Emily Dickinson.
Who has not found the heaven below
Will fail of it above.
God’s residence is next to mine,
His furniture is love.
Who has not found the Heaven–below–
Will fail it above–
For Angels rent the House next ours,
Wherever we remove–
Poem by by Emily Dickinson.
Though I get home how late, how late!
So I get home, ‘t will compensate.
Better will be the ecstasy
That they have done expecting me,
When, night descending, dumb and dark,
They hear my unexpected knock.
Transporting must the moment be,
Brewed from decades of agony!
To think just how the fire will burn,
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself will say to me,
Beguiles the centuries of way!