My God — He sees thee —
Shine thy best —
Fling up thy Balls of Gold
Till every Cubit play with thee
And every Crescent hold —
Elate the Acre at his feet —
Upon his Atom swim —
Oh Sun — but just a Second’s right
In thy long Race with him!

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem My God — He sees thee —

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