JUST so, Jesus raps—He does not weary—
Last at the knocker and first at the bell,
Then on divinest tiptoe standing
Might He out-spy the lady’s soul.
When He retires, chilled and weary— 5
It will be ample time for me;
Patient, upon the steps, until then—
Heart, I am knocking low at Thee!
Emily Dickinson
1830-1886
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