“Heaven”—is what I cannot reach!
It is hard to reach—
I can’t stop— myself to think about it!
The Sunset, on the beach—
The corps Land in spring—
On top of the mountain—the Palace behind—
Going home will truly be incredible, —
Be that as it may, I —ought to work here— while I hold up—
Still I am longing to— an ever increasing extent—
To make my excursion to that brilliant shore—
“Heaven”— Emily Dickinson