Emily Dickinson

If I’M Lost Now

poem 256

If I’m lost now That I was found Shall still my transport be That once on me those Jasper Gates Blazed open suddenly That in my awkward gazing face The Angels softly peered And touched me with their fleeces, Almost as if they cared I’m banished now you know it How foreign that can be You’ll know Sir when the Savior’s face Turns so away from you

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