God Is A Distant-stately Lover
Emily Dickinson
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son— Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were such an One— But, lest the Soul—like fair “Priscilla” Choose the Envoy—and spurn the Groom— Vouches, with hyperbolic archness— “Miles”, and “John Alden” were Synonym—
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