Emily Dickinson - The Admirations—and Contempts—of time lyrics

906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of time Show justest—through an Open Tomb The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate And what We saw not We distinguish clear And mostly—see not What We saw before 'Tis Compound Vision Light—enabling Light The Finite—furnished With the Infinite Convex—and Concave Witness Back—toward Time And forward Toward the God of Him