"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me—
"Mansions"! Mansions must be warm!
Mansions cannot let the tears in,
Mansions must exclude the storm!
"Many Mansions," by "his Father,"
I don't know him; snugly built!
Could the Children find the way there—
Some, would even trudge tonight!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Further In Summer Than The Birds
- It Bloomed And Dropt, A Single Noon
- Could I—then—shut The Door
- Could—i Do More—for Thee
- The Brain Within It's Groove