Emily Dickinson - We pray—to Heaven (489) lyrics

We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o'clock to heaven—they fled— Who saw them—Wherefore fly? Is Heaven a Place—a Sky—a Tree? Location's narrow way is for Ourselves— Unto the Dead There's no Geography— But State—Endowal—Focus— Where&m dash;Omnipresence—fly?