Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/We pray to Heaven,

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WE pray to Heaven,
We prate of Heaven—
Relate when neighbors die,
At what o'clock to Heaven
They fled.
Who saw them wherefore fly?

Is Heaven a place, and Sky a face?
Location's narrow way
Is for ourselves;
Unto the Dead
There's no geography.

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