Emily Dickinson — Out of sight? What of that?

703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep Round the Steep Air Danger! What is that to Her? Better 'tis to fail—there Than debate—here Blue is Blue—the World through Amber—Amber—Dew—Dew Seek—Friend—and see Heaven is shy of Earth—that's all Bashful Heaven—thy Lovers small Hide—too—from thee