Author Emily Dickinson At least to pray is left, is left.O Jesus! in the airI know not which thy chamber is,—I'm knocking everywhere.Thou stirrest earthquake in the South,And maelstrom in the sea;Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth,Hast thou no arm for me? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments