Years - had been - from Home -
And now - before the Door -
I dared not open - lest a face
I never saw before
Stare vacant into mine -
And ask my Business there -
My Business - just a Life I left -
Was such - still dwelling there?
I fumbled at my nerve -
I scanned the Windows o'er -
The Silence - like an Ocean rolled -
And broke against my Ear -
I laughed a Wooden laugh -
That I - could fear a Door -
Who Danger - and the Dead - had faced -
But never shook - before -
I fitted to the Latch - My Hand -
With trembling Care
Lest back the Awful Door should spring -
And leave me - in the Floor -
I moved my fingers off, as cautiously as Glass -
And held my Ears - and like a Thief
Stole - gasping - from the House -
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...