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 on 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.
Emily Dickinson
The Poems of Emily Dickinson (Franklin), 316
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