Emily Dickinson - My period had come for Prayer lyrics

564 My period had come for Prayer No other Art—would do My Tactics missed a rudiment Creator—Was it you? God grows above—so those who pray Horizons—must ascend And so I stepped upon the North To see this Curious Friend His House was not—no sign had He By Chimney—nor by Door Could I infer his Residence Vast Prairies of Air Unbroken by a Settler Were all that I could see Infinitude—Had'st Thou no Face That I might look on Thee? The Silence condescended Creation stopped—for Me But awed beyond my errand I worshipped—did not "pray"