I never felt at Home — Below —- And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home — I know — I don't like Paradise — Because it's Sunday — all the time — And Recess — never comes — And Eden'll be so lonesome Bright Wednesday Afternoons — If God could make a visit — Or ever took a Nap — So not to see us — but they say Himself — a Telescope Perennial beholds us — Myself would run away From Him — and Holy Ghost — and All — But there's the "Judgement Day"!
-Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
