Lyric Poem · Peace
Than Heaven more remote
Than Heaven more remote,
For Heaven is the root,
But these the flitted seed.
More flown indeed
Than ones that never were,
Or those that hide, and are.
What madness, by their side,
A vision to provide
Of future days
They cannot praise.
My soul, to find them, come,
They cannot call, they're dumb,
Nor prove, nor woo,
But that they have abode
Is absolute as God,
And instant, too.
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“Than Heaven more remote” by Emily Dickinson — quilloak.com/poems/than-heaven-more-remote
Quick facts
- Poem
- Than Heaven more remote
- Poet
- Emily Dickinson
- Length
- 16 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Peace
Craft notes
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- Shape
- 16 lines · 3 stanzas of 4–6 lines
- Line length
- Mostly 6-syllable lines (trimeter length).
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- Author record
- Emily Dickinson1830–1886
- Source record
- PoetryDBThan Heaven more remote by emily-dickinson, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
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- Text fingerprint
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- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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