Air has no Residence, no Neighbor,
No Ear, no Door,
No Apprehension of Another
Oh, Happy Air!
Ethereal Guest at e'en an Outcast's Pillow -
Essential Host, in Life's faint, wailing Inn,
Later than Light thy Consciousness accost me
Till it depart, persuading Mine -
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- By homely gift and hindered Words
- He ate and drank the precious Words
- Witchcraft Has Not A Pedigree
- A Wind That Rose
- Lives He In Any Other World