A House upon the Hight -
That Wagon never reached -
No Dead, were ever carried down -
No Peddler's Cart - approached -
Whose Chimney never smoked -
Whose Windows - Night and Morn -
Caught Sunrise first - and Sunset - last -
Then - held an Empty Pane -
Whose fate - Conjecture knew -
No other neighbor - did -
And what it was - we never lisped -
Because He - never told.
Emily Dickinson
Musicians wrestle everywhere -
All day - among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife -
And - waking - long before the morn -
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New life"...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -
No Message, but a Sigh -
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
She was not warm, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel -
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill -
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose -
Partakes without alighting
And p...