The Bohemian Hymn

In many forms we try To utter God's infinity, But the boundless hath no form, And the Universal Friend Doth as far transcend An angel as a worm.

The great Idea baffles wit, Language falters under it, It leaves the learned in the lurch, Nor art, nor power, nor toil can find The measure of the eternal Mind, Nor hymn, nor prayer, nor church.

The Supernatural Poem. Emily Dickinson, who wrote devotional verse, spoke of other entities — disembodied spirits — in this excerpt set in the mind:

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