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No man saw awe, nor to his house

No man saw awe, nor to his house

No man saw awe, nor to his house
Admitted he a man
Though by his awful residence
Has human nature been.

Not deeming of his dread abode
Till laboring to flee
A grasp on comprehension laid
Detained vitality.

Returning is a different route
The Spirit could not show
For breathing is the only work
To be enacted now.

“Am not consumed,” old Moses wrote,
“Yet saw him face to face”
That very physiognomy
I am convinced was this.



Poem No man saw awe, nor to his house - Emily Dickinson